I had this whole blog post typed out and somehow I deleted it. It was this totally random stream of conscience post that I could not recreate, even if my life depended on it. Instead here's what I im'ed to Whitney when I realized what I had done:
"SON OF A BITCH I DID IT AGAIN I HAVE DELETED A WHOLE FUCKING BLOG POST.
MY HEAD IT IS EXPLODING"
But my head, it did not explode. It is waiting for jparks to give me the "You should be typing your posts in google docs where nothing can go wrong ever and your life will be perfect and you will shit gold coins that you can use to buy shoes" so that it can explode all over him and he will have to clean it up. Serves you right jparks, keep your mouth shut and stop using your damn words. Go scrub my brains off the living room wall.
Here's the last part of the post that somehow didn't get deleted. It is the most boring part. Figures.
Hey, you know what's fun? Putting your husband up against one of your best friends in a "who can make the most accurate looking avatar of me" contest!
Whitney made the avatar on the left, jparks made the one of the right. Well, which one looks more like me?
I just can't tell.