Dinner With Matter of Fact Mommy

Last night I was in Washington, DC, and since I was there, and since that's where the eminently marvelous Matter of Fact Mommy lives, it seemed only natural, right, and fitting that we two bloggers, who've developed a friendship online over the past year and a half, might actually contrive to meet in living color. I was a leeetle nervous. I mean, what if, robbed of an electronic medium through which to communicate, we just stood there, stared at each other and drooled? I need not have feared.

Is this where I should launch into a long narrative of the evenings marvels and delights? I think not, as the pictures largely speak for themselves. Suffice it to say that her family rocks, her kids are two of the most adorable little gremlins ever to walk the planet, her home is all that is lovely, and MOFM herself made me laugh until I almost wet myself. Also, wine and tacos really do make one heck of a fine meal. I shall do it again myself one day, I think. But first, a guessing game! Who can guess how many tacos MOFM can eat in one sitting? Pick a number between 1 and a million, and prepared to stand awed before her.

So I rocked up to her home in time for dinner, and wa-la! Here's where the magic happens:



MOFM and her baby girl:



Her handsome little devil. His favorite phrase? "Or what." As in, "Hey, Cheasty, are you going to come play with me now, or what?" "Do you want to come see my room with me, or what?" "Hey, are you guys done eating yet, or what?!"



Eventually we did stop eating, and settled down to keep drin- er, talking. I meant to say talking.





Her husband Al was nice enough to be the session photographer, the results of which were, um... well. Again, the pictures speak for themselves.







So there're about a million more pictures I could post here to chronicle an excellent evening, but I'll leave some of the story-telling to MOFM herself. But for fans of MOFM, here's her mother, SoCal, with her grandkids, and.... A DOLLY!!