No, I'm not going to BlogHer. It's okay; I wasn't planning on it. I gave it some serious thought last year because it was only a four hour drive from my home, but that was as far as I got. I could have stayed with relatives in the area and taken the train into town, but it just didn't seem worthwhile for me.
For me. Before you jump down my throat, fellow bloggers, I said "me." I blog for fun. I get a lot out of it, it's cheaper than therapy, and I've made a lot of virtual friends. But folks, I just can't justify the cost of a conference like this on my family budget.
Just for fun (Fun! people. Have a sense of humor! Really!) I'll post my very own version of BlogNot.
Shoes! Oops, these aren't mine. They belong to La Petite, she of the tiny feet. If tiny feet were a sign of royalty, she'd be the Queen.
Must decide what to pack (snicker). Oh, this isn't my luggage either - it's Amigo's, preparing for camp. (sorry, pix are still in the camera. Not that they're interesting...)
Plane tickets - nope.
Fill minivan with gas - well, yes, that needs doing no matter what.
And take off - but not for BlogHer. Not this time. I'm just on my way to my brother's house, to see if we can run a few errands and handle a few chores for him while he is recuperating from his broken leg and broken wrist.
And if we get really lucky, La Petite and I might just stop at the Converse outlet store
on the way home.