Where My Girls At?

Blogher. So much rah rah rah over a weekend in Chicago. And I for one am leading some of the cheers. Three days in Chicago with smart girls. Awesome.
I'll be blogging from there. Reporting on what I see. What I hear. What my roommate does when she's drunk. You know, the usual. So check back later in the week.

Plus, the whole shebang is going to be kicked off with an officially unofficial party at the rooftop bar at the W hotel. And sk*rt is sponsoring awesome door prizes and amazing giveaways. You can read all about it at the sk*rt blog.

But now, I'm supposed to sum myself up in 10 seconds. Which let's face it, is impossible. But here's a go anyhow.

I'm not afraid of cake. Elvis was my first concert. I work outside of the home and inside of the home and all around homes but I never know how to decorate a home. My brother in law thinks I'm an awesome decorator and just told me that last week. He might be on crack. I read blogs. I love sk*rt. I write for Cool Mom Picks. I write ads for a living, so I know I'm way over 10 seconds already and have really told you nothing. I would be the worst speed dater ever. Good thing I've got a hunky husband who is nice enough not to care that I'm missing our anniversary to go to a great party in Chicago tomorrow night (with prizes and party favors from sk*rt). He's that cool. I'll definitely miss him and my super fab ninja son The Hurricane. But they will be in the excellent hands of my mother-in-law, who is extremely fun and talented (and she cooks too), so they won't miss me at all. That's enough. I'm looking forward to meeting everyone.

Also. The Queso is moving today. It should forward from here, so don't freak. But any minute now (I think) we'll be moving on up to the East side and to the queso dot com. Watch for it.