<p>Sometime last week I informed my husband that he would be on lone daddy duty on Sunday because I&#39;d made plans to have coffee with a friend that was visiting from LA.</p>



<p>&quot;Sure!&quot; He said - no questions asked. It wasn&#39;t until Saturday afternoon that he finally asked me who my friend was. </p>

<p>&quot;It&#39;s Sarah.&quot;</p>

<p>&quot;Sarah? Did you go to school together? I don&#39;t remember you ever mentioning a Sarah from LA.&quot;</p>

<p>&quot;That&#39;s because we didn&#39;t go to school together.&quot;</p>

<p>&quot;Then how do you know each other?&quot;</p>

<p>&quot;We&#39;ve been reading each other since...huh, I don&#39;t really remember! It&#39;s been at least since she before she got pregnant ...&quot;</p>

<p>&quot;Hoooold on...OK. So - let me get this straight...you&#39;re going to meet up with a woman you call a &#39;friend&#39; because you read her on the INTERNET?&quot;</p>

<p>&quot;I guess so. Yes.&quot;</p>

<p>*Sigh*</p>

<p>He was silent for a minute. I guess I had rendered him speechless with my nerditude. (And you know what? I don&#39;t blame him - it does sound crazy - I know it!)</p>

<p>&quot;Tell me one thing - how do you know she&#39;s not insane? Or a stalker? Or a man pretending to be a mom?&quot;</p>

<p>&quot;Oh, she&#39;s not an insane-stalker-man!&quot;</p>

<p>&quot;How do you know?&quot;</p>

<p>&quot;I just know! It&#39;s<a href="http://whoorl.com/about"> Whoorl</a>!&quot;</p>



<p>The only thing I could think to do to make my case for &quot;just knowing&quot; that I wasn&#39;t meeting up with a random internet psycho was to show him her site. He clicked around until he found a picture. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/whoorl/550667793/in/set-72157600341129199/">This one</a>, to be exact. And then he had one thing to say:</p>

<p> &quot;Can I come too?&quot;</p>

<p>(Answer: HELL NO! I missed out on shopping for beauty products with <a href="http://www.metalia.blogspot.com/">Metalia</a> because he was out of town on Tuesday so the kids were ALL HIS on Sunday. Fair is fair, bud!).

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<p>ANYWAYS, off I went to meet up with a total stranger who wasn&#39;t a stranger at all. And despite the fact that I knew she would be lovely (and she was!) I was still amazed that a Boston-girl-by-way-of-Miami could meet a California-girl-by-way-of-Oklahoma for the very first time and instantly have the type of girl talk that good friends catching up on old times have. If that&#39;s not awesome, I don&#39;t know what is.</p>

<p>(What do bloggers meeting for the first time talk about? Boys, handbags, hair (hello!), work, kids...the same things girlfriends all over the world talk about over coffee.)</p>

<p>Now I have a GREAT excuse to go to the west coast - and for that, I have the internet to thank. </p>

<p>(Thanks, Al Gore! I owe you one!)</p>
