I was in Vegas this past weekend attending Bloggy Boot Camp. I spoke on Saturday afternoon about the basics of blogging. Saturday evening many of us met for a drink. I went to the bar and ordered a double shot Patron margarita (don’t judge they poor lightly) for myself and was pleasantly surprised by the ridiculously low price. So much so that I text it to my husband with excitement.
As I sat holding court as an authority on parenting teens with eight captivated women my phone vibrated. It was my son. Who? Clearly has gotten my wicked sense of humor.
I am sure there is a lesson in this somewhere. But? I’m not looking for it.
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