I’m compelled to use clichés today, I think it’s because I’m tired. So very, very tired. Must be the large growth inside my belly, which I’ve known about for a year, but tests turned up nothing and now there’s no denying something is inside me and I’m just hoping it’s not cancerous. Or a baby.
But because of my extremoid exhaustion, I’ve relied on turns of a phrase and photos to tell the story of last night, when my fellow San Diego bloggers and I welcomed Bossy to town.
First, let me say, what a great evening (cliché alert!). I loved connecting with Jamie (lovely writer, caring mom, fun chick), Aaryn (spitfire, zesty, very write-ticious), Jenn (zen, confident, insightful), Kate (grounded, centered, funny), and of course, Bossy (elegant, perceptive, intelligent). (Please note these adjectives apply in some way, to all).
Anyway. My first thought was to show a title that started, “Some Nuts…”
then show a picture like this:
Followed by the words:
“…Are all they’re cracked up to be.”
Then, I thought: these ladies aren’t nuts. I’m projecting.
So that’s out.
I moved on to:
…AND a bag of chips.
Because it was.
p.s. Today I go to the doctor for stomach lump investigation and a clichéctomy.
p.p.s. We missed you, Cheri.