My only hope is West Virginia, who I have winning it all in my ESPN bracket.

After dropping my car off to get an oil change (and a brake fluid change, too. Apparently you have to start doing stuff to your car when it approaches 90,000 miles), we headed over to O’Charley’s for lunch and then Target for a few things.

When we got back from picking my car up, I lay down on the couch and promptly fell asleep. For three hours. Apparently my body was anticipating the way the time change always affects me and was trying to hook me up with a little more rest. I can appreciate that.

After being out late the two nights before, I was exhausted. Ian went to hang out with some friends and I curled up on the couch with a fresh install of Wordpress and drank champagne from a can. With a straw.

Two TweetUps in one week? For a usual hermit like me, this was a fun change of pace. Trace and I organized the First Ever Rutherford County TweetUp at Toot’s Smyrna (who were gracious hosts), and I got to catch up with some tweeters I hadn’t seen in a long time as well as meet a few new (and awesome) ones.

See all of the pictures from the TweetUp.

We adopted Link at the end of last March, so this is the first full spring we’ve had him. And we’re learning that he’s definitely a coat-blower, as his big, wispy tumbleweeds are floating all over the house. It’s funny to me that as much as I think I know this cat, he’s still teaching me new things about him. I’ve also learned that he’s scared of the sound rain jackets make but loves to get spaghetti stuck to his belly.

My sister Katie is eloping in July, and while it’s not going to be a traditional wedding, she sent my youngest sister Emily and I gorgeous flowers to ask if we would still be her maids of honor. It was sweet, and the orchids are gorgeous!

After three years of being on Twitter, I finally went to my first TweetUp. Held at Bobbie’s Dairy Dip in Nashville at lunchtime, it was great to finally meet in-person so many of the 100×100 avatars I’ve been talking to for so long online.

So as we’re sitting there in our booth talking, this dude with long blond hair and I’m-high-on-something eyes comes up to the table to announce that it’s his birthday. We congratulate him and tell him happy birthday, and then he turns to Ian and asks if I’m with him. Ian says yes, that I’m his wife, and then the dude says something about how beautiful I am. (Ian agreed with him, smartly.)

I am writing this down here because despite the fact that the guy was obviously high as shit, I’m not the kind of girl that gets called beautiful often. Shit, hardly ever. So despite his questionable mental state, I’m taking that compliment and filing it away here for the next time I’m feeling fat or particularly fuggles.

So thanks, high dude whose name I don’t remember. Hope your birthday was great.

This morning at work we spotted (from our 7th floor windows) the Oscar Mayer Weinermobile was in the Dairy Queen parking lot across from our office building, so naturally six of us took off after it. Unfortunately by the time we got all the way downstairs and across the street it had departed and was turning onto 440 East.

But it wasn’t all bad—the sighting inspired the group to head to Hot Diggity Dog, a hotdog place in Nashville that most of us had never been to before. I was especially happy because they offered not only a veggie burger but a veggie dog—something I’d never seen on a menu before. I tried it and I wouldn’t say it was the best fake meat I’ve had (Morningstar Farms chik’n nuggets are my favorite so far), but with the toppings (relish, mustard and celery salt) it was good enough.

This is going to be an awesome day. I can feel it.