I am in the midst of the Mad Scramble Which Must Occur In Order For Mom To Leave Town Alone For The Weekend. In a few short hours, Chilihead and I will be on the road to Dallas for a gathering of about 25 bloggin' girls from all over the country. 
I am so absolutely beside myself with excitement that I'm having a terrible time trying to get my work done today.
And I'm nervous. Just a teensy bit nervous. I even got my nails done. I never get my nails done. I was hoping that it might make up for the fact that I'm not nearly as clever in person as I am in writing (and I'm not that clever in writing). Here's hoping that pretty nails go a long way.
Many of these women I feel that I know very well, though I've only met a couple face-to-face and talked with a couple more on the phone. My sweet yet cynical Hubs, who is neither a mommy nor a blogger (and can therefore not adequately understand this mommy-blogging phenomenon) reminds me that I don't KNOW these women, I simply read their blogs. Big difference, he says. And maybe he's right.
But I've read the hearts of these women, poured out on page upon page (or screen upon screen, as the case may be), and I DO feel that I know them. So I have this strange sense of going to meet old friends and complete strangers all rolled into one--such is this quirky world of blogging. I'm expecting much laughing, much talking, a little crying, probably some praying, too much eating and almost no sleeping. And I'll tell you all about it when I get back on Sunday (and possibly even while I'm there, if my rickety old laptop will cooperate).
Signing off, for now, and happily hitting the road...
