Today I found out I won a ticket to the Story @ Home conference from Camille, who blogs over at Make it Work Mom. I’m too lazy to go into detail about the conference other than to tell you the following details:
- It’s in March in Salt Lake City.
- It’s all about telling your personal stories, which is obviously right up my alley.
You should read up on the conference, and then if you’re into that sort of thing you should sign up for it and come hang out with me. Really, even if you aren’t into that sort of thing, you should come hang out with me, because I’m just that awesome.
Anyway, I was pretty excited to win, because I wanted to attend the conference but didn’t want to shell out the money for the ticket because we’re poor. When Car came home for lunch today, I attempted to share my excitement. The (possibly exaggerated) conversation went something like this:
Me: I won a ticket to a blogging conference! (Yes, I know it’s not specifically a blogging conference, but whatever.)
Car: (After whining about how I’ll probably end up spending money on other stuff even though the ticket is free.) You should probably actually get back to blogging then, shouldn’t you?
Now that it’s a full hour after the conversation ended and now he’s back at work, I have this to say, “Go ahead, Car. Show me the last thing you wrote.”
*I totally told him I was blogging about this, lest you think I’m a terrible wife who bitches about her husband behind his back.
**If I really wanted to bitch about him behind his back, I’d need to start another blog, since he reads this one.
***NOT THAT I ACTUALLY WRITE ON THIS BLOG, RIGHT, CAR?