Sometimes I Get Eaten by Snow Dogs and Carried Off By Vodka Fairies

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So if you see me wandering aimlessly around BlogHer like a lost puppy…please rescue me. I may not even realize that I have misplaced my people…or my people have misplaced me. One of those.

(This is a true statement. I really do tend to walk off without a second thought and the next thing I know, I have no idea where I am. More regularly than I care to admit. Luckily Brian is on to my shenanigans.)

Since you’re here…and I’m not…Please visit the following bloggers I wish were hanging out with me in Chicago.

There are totally more. But I have to make another mad dash to the train. This time with a GIGANTIC suitcase. In a dress. Because that’s how I roll.

This is a free-for-all. Leave a link to your best post and next week when my life is normal again, I’d love to come visit you!



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12 Responses

  1. Damn Chrissy you are funny and human 😀 I think that you have a malfunctioning inner GPS. Fortunately, Brian seems to be your homing beacon.

  2. Don’t get lost!!! Or fall. Really, don’t fall. I know paying attention to your surroundings is not a natural instinct, just look forward. Well, then you’ll fall. Oh Chrissy, just have FUN!! Love u

  3. Squee. I so wish I was there. I think they’re talking that next year is in NYC. That would be EPIC. It would be Chrissy and Ashley take Broadway! Just think of the showtunes!

  4. Wow. This is embarrassing. I’m so old and incompetent with technology that I have no fucking idea how to do this so I’m gonna do it like I was a 4 year old but trust me – I’m approximately 2 college aged kids older than a 4 year old. Your simple instructions were as follows “Leave a link to your favorite post etc.” You would think you asked me to first translate my post into 4 foreign languages, compete in a citywide triathalon and bake 12 pies all with fresh fruit, not canned. I think I’ve made it kinda clear that I don’t know how or where to leave my blog post for you to visit me, so I’m gonna drop my load right here like a load of unwashed laundry you would leave for your mom. Sorry & thanks!

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