Remember when I told you all that I'd be hangin' with Casey today? Well, I didn't mean it literally. I'm only guest posting at her place. She'd never agree to meeting me in person after all the dead rodents I've left on her driveway to replace the lawn statues I stole from her. Please pop over to Casey's as I post about the radio commercial that changed my life.
Also? Pop back over here tomorrow or Wednesday or sometime this week because I actually DID meet a blogging friend over the weekend. Let's just say, I didn't make a complete ass out of myself, I was only half-assed.
Another Also? Today I'm going to work on refraining from saying the phrase "pop over". I'm not sure where I picked that up. Sorry.
April 13, 2009
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you're like the block tramp lately, putting out at everybody's house.
nice.
I am dying to know who you met! Tell me! Tell Me!! TELL ME!!
Hmmm, if you're saying "pop over" a lot maybe you've been reading too many British blogs?
Hey,I wonder if it's teh same Casey I know. On my way over.
You are a mighty busy Bee lately. I stopped at Casey's but didn't have time to read yet (my kids were having a mashed potato fight that my spouse said I should probably break up...) So I'll have to pop back over. There's that phrase again..
Did you know there was an ad blocking your Post a Comment section? True story!
Damn - you get around, girl! Glad to follow you over there and read your post though. I need some sanity while the kids are all off school this week.
Help.Me.Now.
I have already been over there but I am such an AWESOME blogging friend that I am double commenting you.
Love you ;)
I left you schmoopy comment love over there this morning before our power went out and before my computer decided to freak out on me...don't you feel so special? ;)
Great guest post! And I'm looking forward to finding out how 'half-assed' you were... ;) Oh, and isn't popover a breakfast food? ;)
It's like NOBODY lives in Kentucky. I'm never going to get to meet someone in real life. Yes, I'm totally whining.
I go where the Steenk is.
Candy hot dogs?! You might be on to something...hmmmm.
I want to know just who the hell you think you are going off and meeting another blogger in real life when the closest you've ever gotten to me is dumping your half chewed dead rat in my driveway. Next time, ring the doorbell and say hello.
Oh yeah, thanks for the guest post. You rock. I typed you fock on accident but I went back and changed it since that sentence would have taken on an entirely different meaning. Skan.
I always say swing by and my five year old looks at me like I'm bananas. Pop over would probably get a similar reaction.
I guess Ima off to guest comment...
Popped over there and read your story. Quite funny… strange how the oddest things tend to motivate you.
Dude, if you're gonna whore yourself out to guest post all over the place why don't you head my way? I've got a nice song playing today that made me think of you........
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