If you do a little searching around the Blogosphere today, I'd be willing to bet you could find a few posts about this past weekend's Blissdom Conference. Just a few.
As soon as I left last fall's Blissdom, I knew I had to get my keister back to Nashville for this year's conference.
I was not disappointed.
Despite early set-backs (a sick baby, damaged luggage, a broken necklace chain - all before 9 am on Friday) it was, let's see...how do I put it? Um...freakin' sweet.
I still can't believe I'm back in Milwaukee where its 35°F and foggy and I have like a hundred meetings to sit through.
Cuz hell - I haven't even unpacked yet.
I will say two things:
1) I will be doing a giveaway from this weekend's conference, which I'll post tomorrow. Call me the Queen of Giveaways, I don't care. This one's GOOD. You doana wanna miss it!
And in a departing shot of pseudo-wisdom, I want to share with you a joke from the most awesome, character-pulled-from-a-book little old hillbilly cowboy we met on the street Sunday morning in downtown Nashville. He was gray and grizzled and I'm pretty sure he had no teeth. He wore dirty pants and a work shirt, and had a leather jacket with fringe and turquoise stones on it draped over the back of his electric wheelchair.
And a chihuahua on his lap.
He wheeled up to our group of obvious tourists and said,
"Every dog has his day 'til he breaks his tail. Then he's got a week end."