My goodness, what a week! I came home from CBC, exhausted and sporting cankles on accounta I drank approximately seventeen thousand gallons of Diet Coke and then flew and sat and drove and sat some more and drove some more and followed all of that up by sitting. Oh, and drinking some more Diet Coke.
And then I went to bed.
I met some totally groovy people who I already knew were totally groovy. And some totally groovy people I didn't know at all but turned out to be, as has been observed, totally groovy. And I met a couple of crazy people who blessedly also met each other, so, you know, hooray for niche blogging.
And I was reminded all over again that, for reasons I can't fully understand, I find myself surrounded by brilliant, hard working, ambitious and good hearted women, who it is a privilege to know and number among my dearest friends.
And NOW, I've been invited to a small gathering at Red Rock Canyon to meet Michelle Obama, the First Lady of these here fifty nifty United States. Oh, and Senator Harry Reid will be there too; it was his staff that invited me. Not bad for a middle-aged Mormon housewife who is possessed of all the political savvy of cat litter.
Yep, a week of meeting wonderful women. I'll have more to tell you after this afternoon's soiree, although I have every intention of snagging a super mondo grande DC on the way to the Mrs. Obama event, which means by the time I get home we'll be able to use my calves as Japanese sleep tubes.
But I promise, once the cankles deflate, I'll be back! With pictures I may or may not have pirated off my friends' blogs!
Peace out, peeps!