What Michael Phelps, Little Debbie and I have in common.

I have confidence in saying that the party starts when and wherever I show up.
Kicking Guitar Hero Trash and Taking Names.
There are dozens of other photos on dozens of other memory cards out there that can confirm this fact. (If you have photos from closing night karaoke? mooshinindy (ta) gmail (tod) com.)

Little Debbie (which thanks to a weekend in Nashville I can’t say without a Suthun’ drawl) was one of the sponsors of Blissdom and they provided the snackage after Β one of the panels. They had two marketing executive men there pimpin’ Little Debbie, they were either in heaven being surrounded by so much estrogen or scared witless. Actually I’m pretty sure they flip flopped between the two extremes. I know I did.

As I headed out of the ballroom I headed straight for the Nutty Bars, picked one up and announced to no one in particular “GOD BLESS THE NUTTY BAR FOR GETTING ME THROUGH MY POT SMOKING YEARS OF HIGH SCHOOL.”

I turned 90 degrees to head down the hall and found myself face to face with Mr. and Mr. Little Debbie.

*ahem*

“Uh, hi. GO NUTTY BARS!” I said.Β 

And continued on my way.

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I’ll be guest tweeting the living daylights out of twitter tomorrow (@mooshinindy) at the weekly #gno (girls night out) RSVP here!

Last week it was supposed to be about chocolate. I turned it into sex, body frosting and barium poop and I wasn’t even the guest tweeter.

Tomorrow is supposed to be about Photography. Heh. I have a feeling Mom it Forward will be regretting this.

17 thoughts on “What Michael Phelps, Little Debbie and I have in common.

  1. I’m guessing the Nutty Bars of your pot smoking youth had more than 100 calories in them!

    I’m missing you so much! Commence party in July at BlogHer, yes?

    Hug the moosh for me and THANK YOU for showing me the correct way to pronounce moosh.

    My life is better now. I feel complete. πŸ™‚

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