The Bitches Went Out

When bloggers get together in San Diego, they bitch it up, bitch it down, and bitch it all around Uh-huh.  These bitches are becoming like family, and really, I'll let you in on a little secret ... shhh... they're not really that bitchy.  

But bitches we are called.

So I'm hereby dubbing them with a new name ('cause I'm good at inventing things all by myself*).

There's The Wine Enthusiast One:

(AKA Mommyrella)

She said something about blah, blah, blah training for a half marathon, but I didn't really know much about that training stuff.  Then she said blah, blah, blah something about wine, and my ears perked up 'cause I know a little something about that stuff.  But then it turns out that The Wine Enthusiast actually really knows a little something about grape stomping, so then it was all blah, blah, blah again.  

Then there's the I'm Blushing and Forgetful One:

(AKA katydidnot)

She said something about blah, blah, blah, I have a hot, new man, and blah, blah, blah, I forgot my wallet, and then we made her promise to buy dinner for the next five blog get-togethers, and she totally will, 'cause she's a pushover.  

We also had the Queen Bee Who's Not Really a Queen Bee One:

(AKA Jenn at Juggling Life)

And she was all let me tell you about this awesome way to handle bitches, not us of course, but the real ones.  Then she said something about blah, blah, blah my purse is so organized and you are some jealous bitches, and blah, blah, blah I look all innocent and sh*t but I've got some good TJ stories,  and then she split the bill all perfectly in her head I got all jealous and stuff.

Then there was the Crazy I'll Make A Totem Pole One:

(AKA Mel, A Dramatic Mommy)

She was all let me write that blog name down, oh and let me write down that shrimp, and that chicken, and that sip of medori, and then I'll blah, blah, blah make you pee your pants laughing and then she wrote down some more.  The she did some math too and blah, blah, blah that's a big-ass fish and blah, blah, blah you just peed your pants again huh?

Oh, and then there's the My Head's As Twisted As a Harry Potter Novel On Steven King Steroids One:

(AKA San Diego Momma)

And she was all my daughter asks about blood curdling screams and blah, blah, blah, I'm finishing a novel this year, and blah, blah, blah I might be house shopping and let's make a totem pole picture.  

*And then there's me, who brilliantly proclaims to have made up the following Bailey's and decaf drink:

Where would I be without these bitches?  I dunno, not popping four aspirin this morning for one.  But what an awesome group of ladies.  And although some of the bitches were too wimpy and tired to come out, we love you too.