Then I started getting comments. I responded to the comments. I discovered all of these hilarious writers who made me spew coffee on my keyboard , who could brighten my day with a tale of their own ineptness or various mommy fails (I’m totally laughing with you ...not at you). My last post was all about my plan to meet these fabtastic people should the opportunity ever present itself.
Karma/fate/destiny is a funny thing.
On that very post I received this comment:
MNM: I didn't know you were Canadian too!! I assume west of Montreal, I live in the Maritimes!
No, as a matter of fact, I’m not west of Montreal – so I responded:
Me: WHAT? No you're not!!!!!!!!!! Me too! Holy shit where are you?
For those that don’t know, the “Maritimes” includes four provinces, some of them fairly large. I never in a million years saw what was coming next.
MNM: FUCK OFF! I’m in xxx. (Which surprised the hell out of me because this blogger does not curse often)
ME: LOL I'm pissing myself laughing right now. You know, being that we're BOTH from the same small town we probably know each other!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is hilarious Deb. We're so going for drinks!!!!
MNM: I grew up somewhere else so I don't know that many people, not like I would if I had grown up here so we probably don't know each other but drinks sounds great! Where in the hell are you ? I live on "this" road.
ME: Holy fuck Deb...I'm literally 4 blocks from you right now at "work". I jog on your street on a regular basis in the summer. I probably drive by your house ALL the time.
MNS: OMG, I know someone you work with, we bought our house from "him"! WTF!!!!
ME: I know that house!!! Seriously? I'm dying here, this is just too weird. I was just in "his" office talking to him. I've been IN your house!! Is it crazy that I'm excited that a fellow blogger actually lives in the same city?
And so it goes. What’s the chances that on the same day you blog about your desire to “know” some of your fellow bloggers, what are the chances that on that very SAME day you discover one of them down the road....literally? In a house that you have been in, which she had purchased from your boss. The chances are probably about as slim as the chances of me winning the lottery (I so fucking didn’t by the way).
The whole thing made me giddy. Oh my god I get to meet a fellow blogger!
So the big question was – what the hell do I wear?
Want to check out Meno Mom’s side of the story? It's HERE!
Did we meet? Damn straight we did. She refers to it as a “blind date” and that’s exactly what it felt like! Check back tomorrow for the details.
Luuuuuuuuuuurve this! I've sensed a whole revolution thing happening lately with bloggy mummies hooking up! Not in a rude way, but just like if you had the op to meet up with a pen pal. I love it.
Hope you gals have a blast!