I'm always a little nervous about meeting bloggers in person. What if it's one of those awkward things where nobody can think of anything to say and we all sit around and stare silently at each other? What if they are bigger dorks than we are and we are too cool to hang out with them? What if they are totally psycho and somehow manage to conceal that fact on their blogs so they can lure unsuspecting fellow bloggers into their foul clutches? Well, this Saturday I met up with the fabulous Ms. Beans and her equally fabulous sister, and I need not have worried. First of all, we are definitely bigger dorks than they are. (Even though we were trying to be very cool and took them to Georgetown for lunch, there is just no hiding dorkiness.) We did not steal anything, we did not drive into a pillar (although that was a very near thing), and most importantly, we did not put Jesus in a box. All in all, I thought it was awesome, but we'll have to see if Ms. Beans ever speaks to us again now that the full magnitude of our dorkiness has been revealed.
Other than that, we also went to the National Gallery, saw the less than impressive cherry blossoms, and nearly died in a rain and hail storm. Well ok, we didn't nearly die but it was very loud. I wore an entire maternity outfit out in public for the first time, I think there are rats living in my attic just waiting to drop on my head one night when I am sleeping, and there are about 9 million different choices when it comes to nursery furniture so who wants to pick for me? I also hooked the Lima Bean up to the iPod via headphones strategically placed on my belly to see if she would dance, but she just ignored me and went back to sleep. I'm sure she's just saving her energy so she can spend 20 hours a day screaming after she is born.