I ate another half a tub of ice cream..

And the worst of it is that I cant think of anything to blame it on! Mr.Blab is innocent, as I myself bought the darn thing. Nobody split their lip today… its no use.

I will burn in fat, clogged artery hell. Thats whats gonna happen. With a zit on top.

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(They say cuteness sells. Makes people do things. Reaches into their soul and thugs at it. We will see)

Thank you to all of those that took the time to vote for this blog. Very much appreciated. I really have no day dreams of winning, but reaching the first few pages will surely bring a bounce to my walk and who doesnt want some of that?

Here I should be gracious and not fall down on the floor grabbing feet and pleading for votes. I should really keep my dignity and walk around unconcerned about it all, because its beneath me to be after recognition. I should. I should just post little things here and there to “by the way” remind you about this thing that is happening, for information you see.  I really should. Its what all these big people do. But why should I since its a thrill? At first it was no big deal, but when a few votes came in and we bumped through the pages, my excitement grew and the beast was released. We could be on the third page with just a few more votes and..gasp…second page with double that. Oh, the sparkles in my eyes! The tingles on my ears!

I like challenges, so I will not pretend and play the proud dance anymore, because its crap. I beg of you! Be a dear and give this soul a bone. Chuck’us a bit, flick’us a bit (a wink at Mr.Blab, who should find a heap of forgotten emails and just register and bump the votes up for me, really, that would be a reasonable expectation from the man I bore three kids to).

I will never admit to this post, ever. It never happened.
Back on my high horse, which I straddle with my perfect body and ride into the sunset bouncing long curls in the wind.