Why I love this woman:
- She is clever, genuine, and a true blue writer.
- She's the mother of a 3 year old smarty pants who reminds me of a four year old smarty pants that I love.
- She understands entering adulthood in the 80's. Enough said.
- She makes me laugh until I snort.
- She's not afraid to talk about poop.
- She uses her boys (Jeff, Bob, the dog and cat) as muses and excuses for talking about poop.
- I love clever stories about poop. It infiltrates my every day and I can't find joy in my own experiences with it.
- She invited me to dinner next Sunday.
Why I hate this woman:
- She is drop dead gorgeous.
- She is funnier than I am.
- She lives in a place where snow is only a legend.
If you do not find her completely charming, hilarious or clever, I will give you my dinner invitation.
I'm totally lying about giving you the invite.
Already a devout follower. But you pretty much nailed your description of her. I agree, run don't walk to visit Smacksy!
ReplyDeleteI was just waiting to comment so that I wouldn't be the first comment. (Thanks DG!) But being the second comment isn't totally pathetic is it? Oh. Well. Too late now.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Nancy. Thanks for understanding my intimate relationship with poop and pets and crazy guys and my intense need to over-share these experiences. You are stuffed with awesome.
agreed!!!!
ReplyDeletethanks for the lead. i love when people recommend great blogs!
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