I’ve been sitting here for 4 hours now, procrastinating and fucking around on facebook. Sure I pumped out a piece for Families in the Loop but really I just finished it off, it was mostly written already. Mostly I’m fucking around on facebook and twitter. I even set up Grand Master D on the little blue bird because a) he’s started actually writing on his blog and b) He’s a funny kid and I think the world would enjoy @theDekko on twitter. I could the worst parent in the world, maybe.
I’m pissed with myself for procrastinating so long on deciding whether to go to Blogher, the blogging conference in Chicago this weekend. Everyone I know will be there, except some but oh so many are. I wanted to go but felt weird about mentioning it to the King because I’m weird like that and I don’t feel I deserve it but I totally know I do and because it’s expensive but we can totally afford it and this is the fucked up mess I’ve been thinking for weeks. Then he booked his trip to Dallas, that’s when I knew I really wanted to go…. Michelle from They call Me Mummy even offered to let me be her roomy. She might be an axe murderer but she’s an Aussie axe murderer and lives near my Mother in Law so I was totally comfortable taking the risk.
So the King is in Dallas, returning Friday night. He should be here, I should already be in Chicago but I’m an idiot and missed my opportunity, now I’m all green with envy and sad… Even Lucy is going, even though she’s not ‘going’ she’s just gonna hang with the peeps! WAHHH I know it’s totally ridiculous and #first world problems and stupid and I should have just said I wanted to go but I didn’t and snoozers are losers, see I KNOW this now. Next year I’m going. It’ll probably be in some loser place like Hickville, ScaryTown that no one wants to visit and everyone went this year and they only go every other year and I’ll have missed out again. It’s also my ‘go to Australia’ year and it will totally fall the same time I fly out…WHATEVER!
So I’m being whiny, it’s silly and I’ll get over it. It’s not important but I am sad. I will be living vicariously through all the statuses and post and blog posts and all the stories when they get back.
In the mean time I’m staying here with sick Miss Gremlin and Grand Master D and the vacuum cleaner that’s driving me insane.
Hmm, I may need rescuing from my self induced pity party. Bring chocolate.