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Dear Texas Bloggers (and those who Just Like a Good Time and Can Travel),

Hello! It's time for Mama Drama Con Queso...the ab fab Texas Bloggers get-together. We're meeting in downtown Houston on Buffalo Speedway.

When: January 12 at 11 a.m.
Where: Molina's on Buffalo Speedway, Houston

It's a great guest list so far. Make sure your name is on the list.

Go here for the details.

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Comments

BOSSY said…
Ack - Bossy hates to miss a gathering of one or more people.
Liv said…
okay, look. i'm walking as fast as i can, but fear i'll only get as far as columbus, ga with this limp. drink a margarita for me?
Karen Jensen said…
Oh this sounds great. Perhaps I'll take a drive!
Wish I could!! Have fun y'all!!

Heidi
Girlplustwo said…
texas, ah to be in texas.
Michele said…
I so wish I could join you but I don't blog or roll or drive or do much of anything else on the Jewish Sabbath. Darn it. Could you have it on Sunday next year? Please : ) Only kidding. You guys have a great time.
Melissa said…
$@#&!?&@#!

Cub Scout Pinewood Derby is that day. And I'm kind of on the committee. And it's been forever since I've been to Molinas!

Grrrr....
Julie Pippert said…
Prof J I hope you do!

Bossy and Liv, carpool! Jen...aw, yeah.

Michele, tell Jenny, :)

Melissa, no way...rats!

Heidi, maybe another time. ;)
Anonymous said…
I'm SO sick that I can't be there! I've yet to attend a Texas blogger convocation and it's reassuring to know that so many are out there. Next time?
Lawyer Mama said…
I'm so jealous, I could scream.

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