Today is the blogger meetup at Joe Momma's.
I guess this thing that I'm doing right here makes me qualified.
I don't refer to myself as a blogger. I sometimes tell people that I have a blog. Sort of like how I don't really say I'm a runner. I just run.
Is it a dodge? Maybe. I should practice in front of a mirror. Blogger, blogger, runner. Nonsmoker! I'm all sorts of -ers.
I'm also an eater and a sleeper.
Getting good at this already.
It's been an angry week for me. Ever have old irritations resurface? Like, stuff you thought you'd let go of a long time ago comes bubbling back up and you wish you still had your old address book so you could call up that one ex boyfriend of yours to tell him that his pot belly was not, in fact, cute and he grossed you out there at the end with his skinny little twig legs and his pot belly protruding?
Ahem. You know, for instance.
I mean, it's been YEARS since I broke up with that guy.
It's a good thing I'll be meeting new people tonight. Even if we all decide to be New Best Friends for Life, it'll be years before I write mean things about y'all. I mean, them.
Well, really, I mean y'all. You're coming, right?