In which it was totally flattering.
I walked over to the Chevron on my lunch break and bought cigarettes. The lady behind the counter asked to see my ID. I handed it over and she looked at my birth date.
“Wow!” she exclaimed, grinning at me. “You really don’t look your age!”
It was awesome. Although it could be the fact that I dress like a kid, I’m blaming it on the good haircut and the diet. (Yes, I’m dieting. It freakin’ sucks, but I’ve gained weight since having surgery last fall – apparently bleeding to death was using a lot of calories! – and I simply cannot stand this gut any longer omgwtfbbq.)
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You know that you never told us anything about what all you ‘Bloggers’ talked about during your trip to DC. Did you receive some kudo’s or did they all think their blogs were better.
In other words, did you talk shop and if so and what was said?
We drank and didn’t really discuss the relative merits of our sites at all. The most talking we did about blogging was to say that we had or hadn’t on any particular day, or to snap pics of each other and say, “This is going on the Internet!” -m