I’ve been doing so very little in recent months that my husband makes arrangements to have me cremated at least once a week. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he’ll notice a slight movement in my toe or something, and he whispers into the phone to the funeral director, “Icksnay on the urningbay. She’s still alive.”
But, guess what? They are coming to take my picture today for a feature story in The Courier-Journal about local bloggers. And, I do have a blog. So there!
For those of you who said I’d never amount to anything…well, you were right. But, I’m still getting my picture in the paper, and you aren’t. Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah.
i bow to your bloggy-goodness and expect a photocopy of said article to be mounted on my wall…where i can occasionally point to it and say, “Among my famous bloggy friends, there is of course, Debbie”
Yea…what Jules said.
Good for you! Your famous! This I already knew without The Courier Journal having to say so. I absolutely love your writing style. You remind me of one of my favorite writers Frank McCourt, his brother Malachy is really good as well. 😀
Congrats on getting into the paper.
When does it come out in print? Can you post your fame here?
My blog just tried to block one of MY comments as spam. Stupid admin! Oh, wait…
Anyway, I’ll brag again about my superstardom when it happens. No worries there.