Wow! I made it into the Nie-Nie book! I can’t believe it. I really didn’t think I was going to make the cut. When I read Sue’s post spilling her feelings, i.e. panic and fear that bloggists (there’s that word that’s not a word that I love, again—I am so going to single-handedly bring this “word” into fashion, but, er, with your help, of course!) all over the blogosphere were going to egg her virtual house (again!) I had this distinct yet creepy feeling she was talking directly to moi.
So, I prepared myself. I steeled myself. In fact, when I read the list, I was so darn sure I wasn’t on it, that I didn’t even see it! It took walking away from the computer (slowly, with my hands up) and falling-- savagely and with murderous intent--upon a bowl of semi-melted chocolate ice cream before I could actually discern my name on that there list.
What a head case, huh?
Life has taught me much, one of which is this: there is very little a bowl of semi-melted chocolate ice cream can’t mend. (Here's proof)
So, I prepared myself. I steeled myself. In fact, when I read the list, I was so darn sure I wasn’t on it, that I didn’t even see it! It took walking away from the computer (slowly, with my hands up) and falling-- savagely and with murderous intent--upon a bowl of semi-melted chocolate ice cream before I could actually discern my name on that there list.
What a head case, huh?
Life has taught me much, one of which is this: there is very little a bowl of semi-melted chocolate ice cream can’t mend. (Here's proof)
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