Look what the cat dragged in

I blew it and didn’t post yesterday. NaBloPoMo blown.

But, I have a good excuse. And yes, it does involve booze, showing people my underwear and grabbing their boobs.

Doesn’t it always?

Yesterday was the second and final day of BlogHer food. Panels were attended, new friends were made, tours of Pikes market were taken. Sausage with nori were eaten of street corners.

More panels.

More friends.

More food.

Then I attended the closing party at Sodo park and had several chocolate bacon martinis and said good bye to all the new friends I’d made and old friends I’d reconnected with and stumbled out into the dark.

Not to bed, where really, I should have gone, but to a bar, somewhere in Seattle to meet up with several of the amazing women who supported me over the last several years during my last IVF cycles and miscarriages and all the tears and heartache that comes along with. Most of them I was meeting for the very first time.

So of course I had no choice but to show them my panties and grab their boobs over cocktails.

Or something like that.

So as you can see, Dear Internets, I was much to busy creating the news to post about it.

Please forgive me and let me continue the NaBloPoMo.

I promise, when you see me, that I will show you my panties and grab your boobs as well.

Even if you don’t want me to.