This past weekend, Bossy’s baby son was home. Or would that be baby sun? Shining. Here he gets plied with french toast, the next morning pancakes and sausage. Don’t get used to it, kid.
breakfast
Ten-Word Tuesday. The Breakfast Edition.
This austere breakfast brought to you by Bossy’s finicky daughter. Sister Mercy, it’s always the same, at least for now: she likes her hard-boiled egg blistering cold, and she likes her hot chocolate hot, but not too much chocolate syrup, and don’t even think about being too shy with the chocolate syrup, and the hard-boiled…
The Deal.
The BlogHer conference day begins early with a croissant and fruit breakfast in a large ballroom. Imagine a cacophonous hen house on a poultry farm, and then imagine that those hens have coffee and laptops. That is a BlogHer breakfast. Then the bloggers divide into Break-Out sessions, each handling a different aspect of the blog…