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Why hello and welcome to the sentences I type after 9 p.m. at night! This could get ugly.

Ever since returning from my ULTRA-GLAMOROUS trip to Louisville, Kentucky (Miles of baby gear! Miles!) I have been utterly useless after about 8:45 p.m. Last night I was in bed completely asleep by 9:30, and seeing as how it’s 9:02 and I’m tapping this out 15 degrees from horizontal nestled snugly under my comforter, things are fading fast tonight as well.

I am no longer a spring chicken, is the thing. Out past 11? Fuggedaboudit. Or, if I don’t fuggedaboutdit, I can fugged about functioning in any normal capacity the next day. Lame. Lamesauce. Lamesauce-o-rama.

However, current nursing home bedtimes aside, I did have a good time on the trip, and it was really nice to see that apart from my roles here, I am someone who can be out and about in the world, like people. This job has made me feel that, sure, but every night I come home again and do the home thing, the mom thing, the clean up the messes and peel the apples thing. But on this trip I was just Rachel, Associate Editor. I did the schmooze thing, the profesh thing, the meet and greet and talk up my biz thing. It was cool. I liked it.

And now some pics:

Ooh la la! Isn’t it fancy? (No, but it’s all mine.)

It even had a view! Of buildings!

Whiskey? Kentucky!

A tiny microcosm of the football fields upon football fields of baby and maternity related gear we eyeballed.

This snap goes out to all my Presbyterian nerd friends.

Am I in Kentucky? Or Indiana? Or Kentuckiana? ONLY THE RIVER KNOWS.

Peace out Luhvuhl. We had a time.

P.S. Bookmark this entry in your mind, because I have other stories to share. We’ll be revisiting ol’ Looeyville here in this URL. Oh yes we will.