I got back from Oklahoma late Saturday night. I wanted to post my recap today but I have been fighting a splitting, blinding headache all day and have piles of laundry and cleaning still left to catch up on. And really–I just wanted to spend the day and evening loving on my kiddies and husband (and especially nom, nom, nom on the fat folds of my sweet little baby Butterlump’s neck) and recover from the whirlwind it all was.
I know not all of you care about the trip but I know some of you are dying to know what it was like and I didn’t want to leave you hanging here. Because I have the best readers, ever. Truly…you are the best. THE BEST. You’re wonderful, pretty and smell like fresh line dried sheets and are better than just baked apple pie. :)
So, tune in tomorrow (Tuesday) to find out the following:
What did I go there to do again, exactly? And how can we all be involved in it again????
Why the holy freak am I dressed like this and who made me spend half of the day being filmed in it? (I’m wearing red, fuzzy socks. Which makes it so much more stunning, really.)
What is “The Ranch” like?
Which of this group lost their luggage? (Hint: It is not me. Despite looking very much like I whored myself out on the street corner for random pieces of clothing.)
What exactly IS an “Oklahoma Rooster”?
Which of us was three hours late because she missed her flight and was thus dubbed, ‘McLatePants”?
What on earth is a “Cow-tillion” and why is it THE BEST IDEA EVER?
And last (but certainly not least)…IS the Marlboro Man REALLY as much of a hottie as you think he is going to be? (Hint: OH, HECK YES HE IS. FOR REALS. PINKY SWEAR. Said in the most respectful and non-creepy way possible, of course. :) )
Later, y’all!


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I’m swooning and squee-ing. Thank goodness Husfriend opted for the guest room tonight to catch some z’s instead of next to the insomniac who, in reality, does not smell like fresh, line dried linens or just baked apple pie, but more like a mix of sweat and paint thinner, minus the paint thinner, plus pasta sauce and a whiff of Benadryl because, let’s face it, spring is beautiful, if not for the bugs that bite.
What?! Oh, right! OOOOOOOOOklahoma…
Can’t wait for all the details. Squee!
Can’t wait to hear the whole story. (Though I gotta say, much as I adore Ree, Marlboro Man is 5000% “not my type”.)
I’m so super happy for you! I wanna know all about it!
At least the hair still looked gorgeous
I can’t wait!!
must.have.more.pics.
hmmmm, heels, boots, pjs. I think we need to hear more. Looking forward to it (and is there two heads of very similar colored hair?)
Sounds like a fun time.
This is so AWESOME that you got to do this…WOOT WOOT!!!!!!