Days Two and Three

The sign above was given to me by Noe Noe Girl, who seemed to think I might know a think or two about hissy fits. It's hanging over my kitchen sink, where many hissy fits are born, usually over a mound of dirty dishes or a malfunctioning garbage disposal.

But during Blog Fest I had so much help in the kitchen, I didn't have one hissy fit. My ADD was kicked up to an all-new, off-the-charts level of inability to talk because I couldn't think straight focus, but there were no hissy fits.

My camera and computer are still at odds, so photos from Blog Festivities haven't been downloaded yet, but highlights included touring, eating (salsa is now a breakfast food), making a serendipitous pit stop in a cornfield, margaritas, shrimp boiling, beaching, boating, and some karaoke-ing.

Foolery's husband wins the Best Sport prize for volunteering to be the first singer in the karaoke contest. He also donned a grass skirt and floral bra. I sincerely hope someone took pictures.

Other Blog Fest highlights include what I shall call "the hot tub incident" (not to be confused with "the cornfield incident" involving Country Girl Kate, which was easily one of my favorite stories from Blog Fest, although given the topic I'll defer to Cornfield Kate as to whether the details should be shared.)

The hot tub incident began Thursday morning, when Mathews Mark came over to help reattach a loose part. To gain access a panel was removed. Later that evening, or rather at three a.m. very early the next morning, Big Hair Envy and I were debriefing on the back deck and kept hearing a cat meowing. Slowly we recognized it was a cat in distress, and I recognized the meow as one of the most skittish of all the outdoor cats around here, Latte.

The long story short? Latte had slithered into the underworkings of the hot tub when Mathews Mark was working on it, and the panel was screwed back on while he was still hiding out in there. Big Hair Envy and I frantically searched for the proper screw driver, a functioning brain cell flashlight, and the dexterity to remove the panel with a wine glass in one hand in complete darkness. But in the end, the cat came out unharmed, albeit a bit hungry.

There are so many wonderful stories (not involving cats trapped in hot tubs or cornfield incidents) to share, I wouldn't know where to begin.

I was especially thrilled to meet Foolery's husband and her two beautiful girls; and it was a privilege to welcome Tracey from These Nine Acres and Jamie from Deltaville (who isn't really from Deltaville). She does understand the importance of selecting the proper flotation device--hers was her son's rubber duckie float, and that's another photo I hope someone took.

I can't adequately express my thanks to the exceptional group of Blog Festers for taking the time to travel to Mathews for an extended weekend of fun and cornfields frivolity. Also, I'd really like to thank everyone who helped out before, during and after--there was not one dirty dish and hence, not one post-party hissy fit.

You're an amazing group of fun-loving people, and I'm honored to be able to spend time with you in" real life" as well as the blogosphere.