In the past couple of months, I have gotten lots of emails from you. Which is awesome. You know how you'll go to a restaurant and receive amazing service, tasty food, and pay a reasonable price and you'll say, "I have to call and let this restaurant know that I enjoyed my visit!" but then you forget and feel guilty later? Every email or comment I get from you is appreciated because you took the time from your day to send me a little note. You didn't just forget and move on, you sent me a bucket of sunshine in comment/email form.
You are just terrific.
I had someone email me and ask me if I was as sarcastic in real life as I am in the blog. The answer is, no.
I'm ten times worse. At least. Ask my husband.
Someone emailed and asked me if I really eat that many sweets.
Yes. Ask my waistline.
Someone emailed me and asked me if I live at the craft store.
Kind of. Ask the manager of Michaels' who worries about me if I haven't been there in a day or two.
I got an email that asked if I would make some faux wrought iron wall art for them.
I have enough toilet paper rolls and paper towel rolls to wrought iron the entire state. Send me your address and you'll be swimming in faux wrought iron.
Someone emailed me and asked if I had a million rolls of toilet paper in my coupon stockpile, like they saw on that couponing show.
I do not. But I have enough floss for us never to have any problems with gingivitis. Ask my dentist.
There you go... some trivia about me. There is more, of course, but the nap that this post inevitably caused you to take is all the rest you get for the day. The truth is, I want to know more about you. Keep the emails and comments coming. Include a little-known fact about yourself. Ask me a question. Call my husband something insulting. It's all in the name of good blogging.