Only, it wasn’t that simple… to get to the private blog that housed the baby shower, they had to crack the username and the password, a letter of which was given out on each of our blogs, numbering close to 50. On each blog, they had to solve the riddle that led to them to the next mommyblogger and the next letter and so on.
This lady, strong, poised and staid
Created a furore when she called a maid - a maid
And the trolls rolled in with all their venom
And showed true qualities of their genome.
Angst over the school syndrome, she did go thru
And her Gift of God, she absolutely adores too.
And this riddle on my blog led to Mummyjaan:
With daughters like hers who needs the pot of gold?
Loved and loving, young looks after old.
'Mother Darling' records all that they do,
In the land of leprechauns lives this mother of two.
For those of you inclined to read more detailed and well-written accounts of this truly wonderful event, Indianmommies has a post up with more juice and lots of links.
Me, I am still trying to live down being described as staid. It’s my life’s latest mission to prove that I am not. This nice and agreeable matron has suggested that I might do this by drinking tequila shots off the bartender’s belly button… I thinking thoughts of the bartender’s hygiene levels might get in the way of me attempting such a thing. Any other suggestions?