I'm not just a desperately unsociable SAHM you know. The boy and I were invited to three parties this weekend. Three. However The Little Madam (TLM) and I only made it to one (it was The Editter's).
Granted, it was at three in the afternoon and I didn't have anything alcoholic to drink, but it was still a party and I still got to talk to some new people. TLM tended to be the centre of any conversation I partook in, but I suppose that's to be expected when she's always either on my lap or climbing off it.
I even met another blogger, and we bonded over the fact that neither of us read the other's blogs. At least this meant we had something to talk about because we hadn't already read about it.