Um, I can't blog right now. I have to go chain up a girl so I can eat her kids.

Or maybe I could duct tape the kids together and make out with the girl.

Either way.

Before I go, I just want to tell y'all that you rock. You are funny. You are cracking me the hell up with this contest. I let my husband read my blog for the FIRST TIME EVER to show you all off. Also, a few of you need to talk to me more in-depth about what it is I am actually looking for in a one-night-stand Valentine. Lastly, a couple of you can expect restraining orders in you mailboxes soon.

The most boring post in the world

The NEW CARPET is coming in 40 minutes, so we don't have a lot of time this morning. I wanted to run a few things by y'all, though.

One: This right here?

.Canadian Blogger's Awards. All you have to do is click a button. If I win, everyone who votes, at the request of Kelly, gets an autographed pair of my undies!*

Two: I am knee-deep in the throws of building my new website. It's gonna be ready really soon and my blogroll doesn't have its moving buddies. If you should be on my blogroll and you are not on it, please leave me a comment and I'll fix that this weekend.

Happy Friday!

*No one is getting an autographed pair of my undies.

UPDATE: Yes,the carpet dude is here. Yes, the new carpets are half way in. And hey? Are you missing summer? Dreaming of Hawaii? Well, come on over. 'Cause, see, the carpet dude needs the horribly insulated basement to be warm in order to stretch the carpets properly and apparently the only way to achieve that lofty goal is to crank the heat up in my house from Cozy Warm to Fires of Hell. I've lost 3 pounds already.

Sorry, Ron

I am screwing with the blog again. This time, however, I brought in the big guns. I hired a professional. A hot professional. More on that, and her, later.

In the meantime, I have to figure out how I want this thing to feel. I most definitely want to add a FAQ section, in the interest of cleaning up some clutter. The problem is that, aside from some incomprehensible Tron conversations and a rather embarrassing round of emails that included fetishes, handcuffs and vertically challenged Americans, no one has really ever asked me a question. Like, ever.

This is where you come in, dear readers. I want an FAQ, I need and FAQ. So here's the deal. You get to ask me any questions you want. Any. I don't really have personal boundaries, per se, so ask away. I will do my best to dance around a straightforward answer as humanly possible. The most inappropriate frequently asked ones will get slapped in my fancy new Frequently Asked Vaguely Answered Questions section.

Sounds totally awesome, doesn't it? Get crackin', kids.

Double dog dare

I bet you $5 and a tron lap dance that no one votes for me.

Oh, see, that was just misleading of me. I wasn't nominated. That was kind of the point, though. Sorry. But the four of you who said you would get pretend Tron lapdances anyway.


So, finally, after four long years, the spambots have found me. And so, now you'll have to type strange words into little boxes in order to comment. I'm sorry.


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