Bloggity Blogger, You Better Be Glad I Had Great Hair.

I know you must all think that since I mentioned last week that I would be commenting on your comments that I went and fell off the face of the earth as opposed to doing all that extra work.

And you would be right.

Actually, here's how it went down. On Monday afternoon, approximately 2 PM, I decided I ought to pull up my comments and see how the bizznasty went down. (That's "street" for "business," Granny.) And it was at that exact moment that I remembered that I had, in fact, not posted anything. At all.

I had honestly forgotten to blog.

How is that possible? For the love of Pete, blogging is essentially talking about yourself and considering I could do that for 16 hours before I need to even take a breath you would think I wouldn't forget to do it.

But this what happens when your exhausted. And I'm suffering folks, from absolute exhaustion. If I get one more call that says, "Hello, we are a realty company in Kalamazoo, TN and we would like to show your home in 28 minutes. Would that be possible," I think I am going to have a nervous breakdown. Do you know how hard it is to get two kids ready AND put a bra on in 28 minutes? I've not been raised to move that fast.

Then, after forgetting to blog altogether, Blogger was really mean and would not cooperate with me at on Tuesday. I couldn't log in, I couldn't edit, I couldn't delete, I couldn't do all those fancy things that techie people do like hit control+alt+delete all at the same time. It was a disaster. I used a few choice words (not that choice) and decided that if even Blogger was shutting me down it was a pretty good sign that you all were sick of hearing my words ringing in your heads as well.

But the day began to pick up when Tuesday night rolled around. Ohhhhhhh.....I was looking good and feeling the part, if I do say so myself.

You see, back at Valentines my dear sweet Attorney General asked me what I wanted and all I could really tell him I desired were these bad boys right here:


And lo and behold if I wasn't sportin' 'em last night while out with the girls. Hot diggity I looked 5 inches taller! I wore my bumpits with pride, you better believe it. On the way into town to meet my girls for dinner and a movie I called the AG to tell him how lovely I was looking...

"Honey, guess what?"

"What?"

"I am rockin' me some big hair tonight. Big, big hair. And I think you know how I like my big hair."

"Have you got your bumpits in?"

"Yep, I got a big bump in the front and an even bigger bump in the back."

"Right, but what about in your hair?"

It was then that I hung up.

I'll be back tomorrow, my lovelies. I promise. Maybe. If Blogger will let me. And I'm not too tired. And my hair does good. And the temperature is between 67 and 68 degrees with a slight northerly wind.

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Dear Lacey,

I received your package on Monday. I don't even know what to say. That you would think so much of me, but also of my babies. All I can say is "thank you, thank you, thank you." You truly made my day.

I hope that the fact that you are gifted in the area of crafts and sewing doesn't eventually come between us. I find girls like you quite intimidating. But I assure you I will give it my best shot. Just promise if your skin breaks out or you begin putting on weight that you let me know. It will at least make me feel as if we're evening things out.

You are so talented, Lacey. And I hope everyone visits your Etsy shop and sees what all you can do. So put up more pics! Thought don't post any of the paci clip and hair bow for my kids...I want them to stand out!

Glad you're in love sweet friend,

Melissa

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Miss Onnie Judd! Girl, I need you to email me. ASAP. Please.

And yes, I am using this blog as my own little post office. That's allowed. Isn't it? Please don't turn me in to Blogger; they are already on my case.