So last week, I received an email from BOSSY. Oh yeah, that Bossy. Bossy of Iambossy.com. Bossy of "I get nominated and win humor blog awards".com. Ok, so that dot com may not be accurate, but she's all "I am a professional blogger who is funny and witty all the time." And... she emailed me. I feel almost famous. Ok, my famousness really isn't fame at all, but in my little home office, on my old school desk top archaic computer, in my red snowflake pjs, I feel a little bit special. Just a little.
I feel special whenever the people that I consider "uberbloggers" stop by. You know the ones... the people where someone actually reads their blog and wants to advertise on it. The ones who even may have multiple blogs because they are just that good. You know... the opposite of my. Jessica Bern of bernthis.com is possibly the funniest person on the entire planet and yet she takes time out of her clever and witty life schedule to drop a note on my Wayne's World "we're not worthy... we're not worthy" little blog. OHMommy of ClassyChaos.com classes up the joint on occasion and she gets, I don't know, gazillions of comments on every single classy post on her blog. I even had a mouthy housewife stop by and say hi before I knew who those mouths belonged to. The professionals stop by and suddenly, I feel a little bit better about my cyber existence. Its the equivalent of finding that perfect black shirt that hides your love handles. The big guys stop by and suddenly, my handles vanish. All 400 pounds of them.
Then again, it doesn't even take the paid bloggers to get me there. Its anyone who isn't my family member, spouse or friend. Those three categories are somewhat obligated to stop by and read... and really, its for their own good since almost every story I tell them starts with "Well, I am sure you read my blog today...." blah blah blah. It doesn't even have to relate. My post could be about saggy boobs and I will say "I am sure you read my blog today about my saggy boobs, but I am going grocery shopping because we're out of barley." So, they save themselves time if they just admit to having read it (which I can totally verify on my stat counter, so don't think they can lie about it). But you who do not know me and will not be subjected to my blog propaganda outside of clicking this site.... you read me. And you come back (some of you, anyway). Others run away screaming like I am Freddy Kruger and they just nodded off to sleep. But some of you are gluttons for my punishment, and I love it! I am pretty sure that is my favorite deadly sin.
So, I guess my post today is a pointless post to say thanks. Thanks for coming into my weird little world and taking a seat. Thanks for coming back the next day. I'll save that seat for you, tomorrow. And, I just wanted to mention... I got an email from Bossy. :::: Glowing. ::::