Generally for these little gatherings I try and assemble a group of bloggers who amuse me and seem like fun people. But I have a confession: it might be square, but I'm generally a monogamist. In real life, I prefer the mom-date or dad-date to the group hug. I like the intimacy of yakking with one person, and it's also far easier to keep an eye on the kid when I don't have to talk to seven people at once about kindergarten and allergies and crap like that.
So I thought I'd select one bloggger who I wanna play with. Now, since this is the internet, I have no idea if they wanna play with me, so I'm just extending the invitation. Maybe they'll think I'm not the right kind of mom because I cage-sleep my kid or because my mom-jeans are too tight or whatever. Maybe I'll just come off as a stalker. All of the sudden this is starting to feel more like real life, and it's making me anxious.
'Kay, today's flavor is Mrs. Flinger. She won me over completely with her takedown of the Bumbo recall. She uses the f-word alot, AND in a funny way--double bonus. Note to future dates: f-word use is mandatory. I have my standards.
Anyway, I loooove you Mrs. Flinger, and I hope you wanna be my friend, even though I'm needy and you probably won't. Sniff. I love you. Love. You.
Love you. Call me?
