You people crack me up with your comments and suggestions.
After contemplating all your ingenious quips on how to wear a strapless dress with a sunburn from hell, I've decided to have SB create a cross hatch design in duct tape on my back and shoulders and I will stand out in the sun until I burn that puppy in like a tattoo.
You are such smart, smart people.
Perhaps I'll start a trend that will make dermatologists and oncologists everywhere say my name in vain. Oh yes, I can start a "motherbumper" cursing trend in the medical community.
Or maybe I'll just strap on a diaper like my friend right here and drag my pitchfork to San Francisco. Do I have to check pitchforks or are those okay for carry on?
Have I ever mentioned that I've never been to the Left Coast before? Nope, never. I flew over the Pacific but never actually laid eyes on it. And it's been a life long dream to go to California. Not sure why (*cough* Hollywood stalker *cough*) but for some reason I've always wanted to go there. I know San Francisco is not LA but it's a start.
OK - I'm avoiding what I really want to say which is "OMG I'm so scared to go to BlogHer but it's too late to cancel".
There I said it. The fear and anxiety has kicked in and I have no pharmaceuticals for coping.
I think I'm going to spend a lot of time hiding behind potted plants this weekend. Except when I'm handing out drink tickets at the door of The People's Party on Thursday night. If you see me there, be kind and don't rewind - introduce yourself because I'm too shy to do it myself. I'll be the red and white doofus who's popularity will be in direct proportion to the drink ticket distribution.
Anyone else freakin' out?