Lucinda at Suburban Turmoil and Momma K at Petroville are having a perfect post contest on the first of each month. ( and no, I just CAN’T put in all the links to everybody’s name tonight). I want to play along but how on earth can I when a) I haven’t been truly diligent about going around and reading everyone’s posts the past week or so and b) all of my favorite people are writing perfect posts as often as not. For starters, Lucinda had me rolling on the floor with a post about watching figure skaters fall at the Olympics. Miz Mary wrote a wonderful piece about the birth of her first child. Roxanne posts the most perfect combination of photos and wise words. Mamacita hooks me, rain AND shine and Hoss writes posts that are perfectly outrageous. Each month, there are so many posts that speak to something I care about, are well-written, informative and evoke laughter and tears at the very pathos of day-to-day life. And so forth and so on. Blah,blah,blah. See? I didn’t mention you and already your feelings are hurt and I don’t blame you. But it’s cold on this park bench. And deep, too. (giggle).
So, moving right along… My award for the perfect post was written by someone who doesn’t know me from Gandhi, probably won’t notice that she’s won or post the award button and never bothers to comment on anyone else’s blog. My guess? She may not even read other blogs. Frankly, she’s just not a good blog neighbor at all. I have no desire to meet her. I would never share my problems with her. And I don’t feel the least bit obligated to care about her feelings in any way, shape or form. Nevertheless- she cracks me up. She is odd, succinct,clever and I think, hilariously funny.
Oh, hell. I just realized she wrote that one in January, not February. Where have I been?
Speaking of hysterically funny? I pay over 9,500.00 per year in property taxes on a fairly modest 1952 Cape Cod, 3 bedroom, 2 bath (no master suite) house in Ann Arbor. Home of the University of Michigan. Academics. Great Minds, Frequently voted one of the most livable cities in the country. Now CHECK THIS OUT. Quickly before anyone on the school board wises up. Read the little short links that are highlighted. All my teacher friends: brace yourselves for a roaring good time.
Having volunteered this, Bonnie is forbidden to comment.