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I was IMing with Chris tonight about how I have nothing to write about, mostly because I have been WRITING ALL DAY. Our conversation went ~~something~~ exactly like this:

i have nothing to write about

yellowhousechris:

join the club

it’s a club now you know

very exclusive

me: oh yes

yellowhousechris: for people who are trying to write about lives but are too busy writing to actually HAVE lives

me: we have empty heads but cute shoes

exactly!

yellowhousechris: and nowhere to wear the cute shoes

I met my husband for lunch today, which was lovely, although I had overslept and only had time to throw on my yoga pants before I had to take the kids to school (hooray for school opening!). I fully intended to change before I went to meet Wade, but then I lost track of time because I was taking care of work-related things, and it was only because he called me back to say he was on his way to the restaurant that I actually REMEMBERED to even GO to lunch.

I literally RAN out the door in my yoga pants and a fleece pullover and some ugly ugly shoes that I ONLY wear in the yard. I nearly put a ball cap on as I was running out the door, but then I got distracted and forgot. Either way, I was looking hott. You know, in a sit-in-front-of-my-computer kind of way, not in a meet-my-husband-for-lunch-in-a-public-place kind of way.

So we’re sitting at the bagel place, having a lovely lunch and talking about romantic things like Wade’s trip to the dentist and how my in-laws still have no power when a very nice woman comes up and says, “Excuse me, do you have a blog?”

And my husband fell over dead, right there. Because for nearly three years he has been fearing the day someone would come up to me while he was there and say, “I read your blog!”

Poor Wade.

He did say, “How did you recognize her?” and of course I had to tell him that there are PICTURES all over the Internet. And then I realized what exactly I was wearing and I tried to hide under the table. And THEN the very nice woman (hi Robin!) said, “I read your style blogs, too!”

You know, the ones where I say DO NOT LEAVE THE HOUSE IN YOGA PANTS. Those blogs. At that point I also fell over dead and that was the end of lunch because we were both dead.

Speaking of style blogs (oooh good transition) I have a new project! Writing about fashion! Over here! There are some other great bloggers there, too, including the always adorable Danielle from Foodmomiac. I would go on and on about how much I love this project because it’s a blog attached to a product site, which I truly think is the Next Big Thing, but I am so tired from writing about the blog and writing for the blog and writing for all those other blogs that I think I will go and lie down and stop saying BLOG over and over.

You’re welcome.

16 Comments so far

I am nowhere near your blogebrity status.

However.

I have been approached recently be people who say that they LOVE MY BLOG!

And that the are SO EXCITED TO MEET ME.

I find it a little odd.

Kudos to you on your (many) new gigs!

xoxoxo

So now me recognizing you at a child’s birthday party doesn’t sound too bad! At least there you could have been wearing yoga pants and it would have been perfectly alright.
I have not forgot about getting together for coffee again. Once my kids (finally) go back to school and once the power comes on at my office (yep, still off) then I will feel more like myself. Me…with a schedule…I have to have my routine or I feel completely lost. What day is it again?

If anyone ever talked to me IN PERSON about my blog, I think I might actually faint…after sweating profusely from the armpits and turning beet red, of course.
So if anyone is down for that kind of experience, feel free to roam the streets of Indianapolis looking for the crazy woman hauling around three little boys and I’ll be happy to oblige.

I somehow wish I had your celebrity status for my blog. Then again, lately, I’ve been craving attention…I do hate it when people recognize you when you’re looking your absolute worst. I must remember to not accuse any future daughter of this paranoia…

You’re famous! And I’m sure you totally pulled off those yoga pants and hideous shoes.

Ohhh that is SO FUNNY! As soon as you started with the “I ran out in yoga pants” I thought “she is just ASKING to be caught!”

Thanks for the giggles

Congrats to you! And if I saw you in a bagel shop, I’d totally approach you. I may not be as composed as Robin and I’d probably fall over dead too. And that’s 95% because I think you’re fabulous and 5% because I’m innately awkward.

Next Thursday I’m going to wake you up by saying ‘blog’ over and over and over and over again. Then I’ll be dead too.

Ok, I cannot say more because I must conserve for all of the talking about BLOGS next week.

I wish my blogs had your status

and you are gorgeous regardless of what you wear.

Susan Wagner. She’s just like us! (insert photo of you in yoga wear)

Leigh, that day at the birthday party? I hadn’t even SHOWERED.

In my life, four people, including Leigh and Robin (hi, Robin!) have come up to me in public to say they read this blog. In those FOUR times, I have only ONCE been showered AND dressed nicely.

Holy cow.

ummm… you were very stylish while looking at shoes in banana republic.

and you were not wearing yoga pants.

that would be, when i stalked you.

Hey Susan! Congrats on the new blog! You are a writing machine! Wowee.

I love your site.
It’s hilarious and very entertaining.

It’s entirely possible that I might die from envy…writing for fashion blogs, being a celebrity blogger and stopped and congratulated in public places, Christ, I’ve gotta get a blog-life. COngrats.

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