At some point, I shall actually try to crank out a post that is well written, thoughtful and hilarious. For now? I’m still basking in the glow of my piles of laundry and thinking about the hideous potential of ANOTHER car repair, so I want to get down and have a little fun with you and Whoorl.
Because Whoorl is pretty. And it sounds fun. And possibly a little dirty. Although in reality it isn’t whatsoever. Dammit.
I think I have some of the best comments on the planet. (Seriously? Seriously.)
Which is why I want you all to come up with a caption and/or imaginary conversation for this awesome photo by the fabulous Dutch Blitz:
Whoorl is a good sport for letting me play this game. This is the two of us at Y’s infamous BlogHer CheeseburgHer Party. (Which I loved. After 33 years on the earth, I FINALLY attended a party that was shut down by The Law. I’ve arrived, people.)
There are no real prizes, but the commenter who comes up with the best caption for this photo will earn my undying love and respect. And I’ll make out with you and post photos of our make out session on the internet. Because THAT IS HOW I ROLL, PEOPLE.
(Ok, fine. If you DON’T want to make out with me I will let you choose the non-monetary prize of your choice. Want linky love? Done. Want me to read something of yours and review it, answer a question or write something about the topic of your choice? SO there. Want me to ride nekkid on a donkey with you at the next Mardi Gras? Maybe. It depends on how many beads I’ll get out of it.)
Point is: You’ll get to pick your prize. Within reason, of course.
And if that wasn’t enough excitement, MY HUSBAND may actually comment on one of my posts.
(Somebody be prepared to catch me if I pass out in shock, please. Except I’ll give Backpacking Dad a free pass on this one. He’s been doing heavy duty overtime in the chivalry department for the blogosphere lately and I imagine he’s a bit knackered.)