This weekend a peculiar thing happened. Someone recognized me from my blog.
Now don't get me wrong, Reader, I am often recognized from the time I spent as a tube sock model in the 90's, and for that time I won the Super Bowl; but being recognized for the blog is a wee-bit different.
Why is it different you ask? Simple - anyone who reads this lil slice of heaven on a regular basis knows that I get a bit personal on here now and then. So I am entering into the conversation with the other party knowing entirely too much about me. I used the phrase antsy in my pantsy TWICE in this blog - I don't need that to be the only information someone is armed with in meeting me.
So to anyone who reads this (first off - I feel bad for you) if you see me in public - please blurt out something embarrassing when we meet so that I don't feel completely exposed.
Of course if I've been drinking then the reason I feel exposed is because I'm not wearing any pants - so feel free to go about your business.