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So I’m on the subway, on my way to an event for the Got Milk? campaign. They’re going to be revealing the next big celeb who will wear that sexy milk mustache. I wanted to bring along my own sexy milk mustache-wearing pal, FlatHarrison, which my friend Heidi so kindly (and hilariously) brought back from San Diego, after I strong-armed him out of the Got Milk? booth at BlogHer. (Actually I just pestered the PR people until they let me have him to make me go away.)
But because I’m a dork of only the minor variety, I didn’t want to bring FlatHarrison with me on the subway, or be stuck with him all day (I like strong-but-silent types, but he takes it a little far). So, enter MiniFlatHarrison. All the charm of FlatHarrison, with 1/4 the risk of being thrown in a mental hospital.
I had to put him in a baggie, because it might rain. But I swear that diminishes his rugged good looks not at all.
After that, I get to have lunch with Lauren Balog from One Moms to talk about that wonderful organization. And last, I’m going to a presentation about Wonderopolis, which looks like a site my interesting-fact-obsessed son would love.
Interesting day! Just wished I’d gotten more sleep.
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