Although, if this blog were written on paper, a Post-It would be an appropriate medium for the following note:
You all are stressing me out! My little blog went from having two hits a day to suddenly having eleventy-googol hits. (I had to Google “googol” in order to spell it correctly, and you’ll find that eleventy is my favorite number.) All because my sister tweeted it.
That’s a lot of pressure for somebody who’s already prone to anxiety. And if you come back here looking for humor, I’m worried you’ll be very disappointed. I’ve been told I’m very dull and humorless, like the commenter on my previous post who informed me she has nothing bad to say about the Pioneer Woman and certainly has nothing bad to say about the Pioneer Woman’s dog, which she also let me know is a Basset Hound, not a beagle.
Talk about missing the point. Next time I’ll highlight it for her. (I should mention, if it isn’t obvious, that I can be kind of snarky.)
Oh, and you should also know that you’re welcome to disagree with me on anything I write, but if you post a comment, there’s a possibility I’ll make fun of you for it. (See previous paragraph.)
But I like for things to be very reciprocal, so feel free to make fun of me, too.
I have a disproportionately large head. You should start with that.
I should also mention that I’m an artist.