Why Bossy Will Be Inheriting My Rhinoplasty Fund

What a great night!

Last night nine of us (most of us bloggers, with the exception of Bossy's fabulous friend, Wendy) met in Scottsdale and sipped beverages, noshed on good food and talked about blogging, pregnant men, vaginas, blogging, Ann Coulter and her dietary habits,who has a book deal and who doesn't, blogging, and my nose.

Minutes before arriving at our destination, I got a call on my cell from Sheri, who wanted to know where I was. Let me just say something about my new friend, Sheri. She is the type of woman you meet once and feel like you have known forever. We had emailed back and forth in the past, but we had never met IRL as the bloggers say. Now we have, and she will now and forever be known as my Scottsdale BFF. Get your guest bedroom ready, girl. The six of us are driving down and we expect to see those Spaghetti-Os piping hot.

When I found our group, I knew right away I was in the right place because I am smart I saw Bossy's hair. Then I really knew I was in the right place because everyone was drinking and I could hear someone speaking loudly in the third person...okay, I'm kidding. You didn't really think Georgia speaks in the third person when she's not blogging, did you? Of course not. Nor did you think she was anything but a genuine, real, compassionate, all around neat woman. What a gift to know such great people.

I also get to say that I have found the men who will hereinafter be referred to as my Scottsdale Gay Best Friends. Scott-O-Rama and his posse (to include his charming boyfriend) were there and as much as I would like to share a picture of him, if you read his genius blog at all you would know he doesn't post pictures of himself. Here is what he looked like:

Then there were the other charming and wonderful bloggers Like Erin, who had us giggling with her work stories. And no, we weren't jealous in the slightest that she has a literary agent. Bossy and I both seemed to take the attitude of let's call her agent and tell her that Erin really has been hiring us as ghost writers so that she'll represent us and sell our books to the world! The world I tell you! Good for you, fellow writer! Because everyone knows that bloggers represent the utmost in emotional maturity.

But then there was the magical moment, the moment that glittered with a thousand facets of pixie dust as time slowed and Georgia's voice became like molasses, albeit really nice molasses, as she gave me an offhand compliment. About my nose. The nose which for years has plagued me as that thing that looks a bit too phallic to be on my face. And she said it was cute. Without prompting. Like she took one look at my schnoz and was compelled to say something nice. For no reason. Then we went to the bathroom together.

The end.

That's me and my nose, second from the left.