The Big Guns Roll into Town

Yesterday, the big guns referenced in this post rolled into town. Well, except for Mr. Lady who lives here. The big gun in this town.

Where am I going with this? I have no idea.

Anyway, some people who shall remain nameless but I think it was this guy, although I might be wrong on that point, implied that Mr Lady and Redneck Mommy are actually the same person. Here is photo evidence that they are in fact two distinct entities. Of differing heights.



Definitely the most demur of the group was Katie. Of course she, apparently, got stuck with all the driving on the trip (did you see the size of the vehicle they were given?!). She survived the harassment from the back seat driver, barely. Which, I mentioned, doesn't count for much when you have multiple posts on your blog describing the various states of crumpledness of your vehicle(s).

Here we are doing our best to avoid the triple chin. Not bad. I am the only one who came out with smile wrinkles but that's because I lived in tropical climates for six years. (That's my story and I'm sticking to it.)



Unlike the crush and rush of Blogher, I got the chance to talk quite a bit with Tanis and Catherine. It was profound. So profound, I don't remember what we talked about. But I swear it was profound and interspersed with advice on what ages your kids are able to be left alone at home without a sitter. I volunteered 4 and 2, and Catherine 3 and 1, so I think that pretty much confirms that we're all ready for another round of going out next time everyone's in town. Oh, and Catherine mentioned she'd be willing to raid my husband's single malt scotch collection. Sounds ideal.

Anyone curious as to why my head looks so small? I think it's true that I have a peanut head. Explains a lot in retrospect.



I have an awesome group photo courtesy of MrLady's hubby and Morton's fine establishment. Unfortunately, I do not own a scanner. So you can just close your eyes now and imagine the fabulousness of it.

Okay.

So all in all it was a good night, even if it ended at midnight and I turned into a pumpkin on the way home.