This bloggin’ love fest entry is dedicated to Bran. I keep telling her we were separated at birth, yet, this is just my vain attempt to hitch my wagon to her star. Unfortunately, since she just finished a frickin’ novel, I must hate her. Thus, she cannot be to whom I write the ‘I love you’. Sorry about that wSpaceBran. Stop being so damned talented.
Robyn, I swore I was going to do this per the original order. I couldn’t do it. It’s like trying to pick which kid you love best. I kept thinking of all the new people that I just started knowing, like -e- and Dania and kd and GeekGrrl and Brian and Maria.
But back in November, I had a little incident that scarred my fragile psyche. It wasn’t a big thing, and I just wanted to have a joke with it. I had an interview with the Orlando Sentinel for a feature they were going to do about area bloggers, but the writer left me off the list. Like I said, not really a big thing, but at the same time, I was feeling kinda rejected. So, I made this post as a silly way to make myself laugh. I expected my meatspace friends (who really know how much I love them), like Ric the Schmuck, Cableman, JustAGirl and Not-So-Red-Menace, and my brother-in-law, Ejen, to respond and tell me to get a life. Instead, I got to have a pity party with the greatest gang of whiners in the biz.
Lee took the time to e-mail me and tell me about the “injustice” and offered to bake cookies for the pout fest.
Lee, I love you.
I was able to “summon” Bill, a person who always makes me smile. Always.
Bill, I love you.
Michele popped in and refused to kill me, even though I called her a demon wench. She is one of those smart people that takes me semi-seriously. If our families ever get together, it will be dangerous.
Michele, I love you.
Scott stopped by to tell me how old he is and to impress me with his novel writing ability. I hate him for that. However, he more than makes up for it in a thousand other ways.
Scott, I love you.
Kat, I love you.
There was mention of the power of She Who Must Not Be Named. She never showed up, but that’s probably because she was busy running around the Internet saving everyone’s blog or fixing Blogcritics or whatever else she’s prone to do.
Stacy, I love you.
Well, I hope I lived up to Zuly’s appendix to Robyn’s order, if nothing else…
Oh, yeah, and Robyn, I love you, too.