As soon as I squeeze my carry-on bag into the overheard compartment nearest me and sit in my aisle seat, there will be a sound.
A loud rushing of air from my toenails to the frizzy hairs at the crown of my head.
The biggest sigh you’ve ever heard.
Because sighs matter.
I’m so excited to get out of New York, to see a college friend, to be surrounded by women who blog, to come back just days away from August. (It’s gotta be better than July).
Let me know if you want a keychain or something.
you can get me a shot glass.
I have to admit, I never looked into the whole BlogHer thing. I don’t think I’m serious enough about my blog. If I went, I fear might get shot or something for not linking Dooce.
Sherri, there’s a Dooce militia for sure. But there are many other big (possibly overrated) bloggers out there you’re not linking. For shame.