And I just realized something--Lourdes also looks just like my daughter. And yet, somehow, I don't look like Madonna. Go figure.
Anyway, I posted about Lourdes and Madonna this morning, and now I'm desperately cramming my suitcase with a whole lot of clean underwear (but forgetting my toothbrush) because after I get my kids off to school, I'm flying to Nashville to go to BlissDom.
So Blissdom ladies, if you're reading this? And you're wondering what I look like? You know what you need to know. I do not look like Madonna. In fact, I look more like Minnie Pearl. You know, the old lady from the Grand Ol' Opry who always had a price tag hanging from her hat?
Yeah, see, because I had to go out and buy all new clothes to wear to BlissDom, because I've gotten so unMadonna-like that my old clothes were way too tight. So if you're at BlissDom and you see someone who doesn't look like Madonna and still has the price tags on her clothes, that's me. Come say hello.
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