Three weeks ago, I was commiserating with Rob, my scuba diving mentor and my kids' swim teacher.
Rob: Jim (fellow scuba buddy and co-owner of Atlanta Scuba & Swim Centers) is in the Caymans.
Rob and Me, simultaneously: Scumbag.
Me: When does he get back?
Me: Total scumbag.
Doesn't matter if I had been scheduled to fly to the Great Barrier Reef the day after the above conversation, Jim was still a scumbag and I, of course, would have shared the title the next day. The week before, nextdoorneighbor Jodi's teen son was diving in the Keys. Yep. Scumbag.
Where am I going with this? I'll tell you. Even though this has nothing to do with scuba diving and even though I chose not to attend BlogHer and instead decided to thumb my nose at the whole thing from the comfort of my suburban-Atlanta home? You're all scumbags. (You, too!)
In a loving, caring sort of way, of course! HEY! It's tradition!
And when I go scuba diving in Curaçao in October, you may all scream SCUMBAG! in my Inbox. Pinky-swear.