So the other day, Jen at Cheaper Than Therapy (who is an enormously popular blogger, by the way) sent lil' ol' me a message just BEGGING me to write a guest post for her.
"I'm leaving for a week," she cried, " and I know YOU, what with your beauty and coolness and amazing writing abilities, are the ONLY person who could keep my THRONGS of readers entertained!" *
"Well, I don't know," I replied, "I am pretty busy..."
"Oh, PLEASE!!! I just don't know WHAT I'll do!!!!" **
So I agreed. Because I can't stand the thought of making somebody cry.
The post is up, so please head on over and check it out. And check Jen out while you're there. She's not this popular for nuthin'!
* I MAY have stretched the truth just a skosh. I was paraphrasing the actual conversation a bit.
** OK, so MAYBE Jen sent out a general message to about a thousand of her followers on Twitter asking if anybody was interested in writing a guest post. And MAYBE I jumped on that as fast as my fingers could fly. And MAYBE I was the one begging and crying for her to please, please, PLEASE let me do a post for her. But, honestly, I don't see what kind of difference that makes.
