I especially like it when I see a new blog address on my site meter. I always click on it to see who my potential new best friend could be.
Well, imagine my surprise when a little while ago... after three beers mind you (I'm sorry mother, I know I promised that I would not drink alone, but technically I was not alone-the children were here... yes, I know that they were asleep in their beds, but no where do the rules state that the people you are with have to be AWAKE in order to not be drinking alone... and it was only three beers MA! STOP YELLING AT ME! I am an adult for Pete's sake) By the way... I am posting this tipsy so if there are any misspelled words or I say things that I shouldn't-tough crap. My husband deployed. So there.
Ugh, my head hurts... where was I?
Oh yeah, the bugger of a blogger that mentioned me on her blog.
She didn't like me, but whatever. I didn't care. Seriously. I don't have to be liked-although I don't know what is NOT to like... my mom thinks I'm special.
What really tanned my hide is the fact that one of her commenters said that she used to read me and that she stopped because I was a little too... are you ready for this? I was a little too... are you sure you are ready? Because if you are not ready I can wait. Maybe you should go get a beer so that you will be as outraged as I was when I heard what she thought... I'll wait.
Okay, she said that she stopped reading me because I was a little too POLLYANNA for her.
POLLYANNA? WTF Jimmy?
Do you know who Jimmy is? Yeah, I didn't think so...
So I clicked on her blog and let me tell you... it was a snooze fest. I will spare you the link because I don't want you to have to gouge your eyes out after reading such dribble.
But I feel better now... why do I feel better?
Because I am watching Craig Ferguson and he just makes me laugh my tipsy "I miss my husband and someone thinks I am too Pollyanna" ass off.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go make prank phone calls to Cousin Steve.