Ok, let’s call this meeting to order.
We can’t. She’s not here yet.
Oh geez. How hard is it? We’re in her head. It’s not like she has to walk down the hall… Ok, are there donuts? Someone always brings donuts.
Maybe she’s in the bathroom?
Oh hey! Hi. Hi. Hi! I’m here.
Wow. You really are bringing the whole casual Friday vibe.
It’s Friday somewhere? Right? Har har har.
No. No, actually it’s not.
Ok, guys I’m sorry. I haven’t changed clothes in two days. I know. I have the whole Hoodie of Gloom thing going on. But look, pink jammy bottoms! Also, I brushed. I think.
Teeth or hair? We can’t tell. Har har har.
ALL RIGHT. We need to get going on this meeting. I’ve got yoga at noon. Or at least, I have yoga on youtube. Or, well, I have youtube at noon. Or earlier. Maybe earlier.
Yes! Meeting! Let’s DO THIS. Why are we meeting?
We’re discussing why you haven’t blogged in crackamillion years.
Oh… You used hyperbole! That’s so cute. That’s my thing.
I know. You USED to write them, like a million of them. Crackamillion years ago.
Ok, onward people. Let’s just throw some ideas around for her to post today, mmmmkay? This is a collaborative group and we’re here to…
Stop, drop, collaborate?
Cute. I have some ideas here on this powerpoint (all groan) ON THIS POWERPOINT PRESENTATION THAT I WORKED UP LAST NIGHT WHILE YOU GUYS WERE WATCHING ANTIQUES ROADSHOW.
There was a horse blanket that sold for five thousand dollars.
I KNOW, right? Like, do you think the other horses were all, “What are you wearing?” And he was all, “Dudes it’s couture.” And they were all-
WOULD YOU BE QUIET ABOUT HORSE COUTURE AND FOCUS. FOCUS! This is why we never get paid.
I’ve got an idea.
How about I write about my kids and I getting sick for the second time, all of us, in one month and how we are all steeped in despair and Mucinex and so many essential oils that we smell like an Aveda salon blew up in our house?
Brilliant. I’m so sure that no other mom blogger in the history of time has ever written about her kids getting sick.
Done. Let’s go get the donuts.
Seriously, did you see the lady who brought in the necklace and it was like 20 million bucks and she just smiled and said, “That’s so interesting.” What is WRONG with these people? Are they like Stepford Roadshow people? I mean, I would puke. I would just puke right there all over Mr. Antique with a Bow-Tie guy. Just spew it. But in a highly cultured, PBS kinda way.
Annnnnd thanks so much for that visual. Meeting adjourned.