Mia and I spent yesterday morning with three other moms and their five kids. This is not that unusual.
I didn't meet them online.
That is unusual.
One of them picked me up at the library and invited me to get together with them. (It seems to be basically a playgroup, except that they just do it whenever instead of a set day and time.) We traded numbers, she called me, we set a date, and then I put aside all my usual misgivings and trepidation and actually went.
And had a really good time.
And they invited me back.
And yes, all of these things need to be their own paragraphs, and if you know me at all you understand why.
I think I definitely need to get out more, because it was really strange hanging out with people who don't read my blog. People for whom I have no context. People who ask me basic questions rather than just relying on whatever I have already written and they have already read. And don't get me wrong, I have great bloggy friends who I adore, but it's nice to spend time with people who haven't already read all your best stories, and much funnier versions than the ones you can muster in real life at that.
Hey, maybe the "real world" is the Next Big Thing?