This is what happens when you don't read the posts from your favorite blogs before you wallow in self-pity write your own post for the day.
Let's see... How can I dig myself out of this gracefully? Uhhhh... Hmmmm?
I'll just post these two emails. (btw, she doesn't actually sign her name with her blog name and I added all of the links.) They pretty well sum it up:
10:16pm Monday
from Absolutely Bananas
You've been nominated for a June Perfect Post award for Victor Vito! Attached is the code for the blog-bling, should you choose to proudly display it.
[Absolutely Bananas]
10:30pm Monday
from My Dumb Ass
You will not believe this. I am soooooo embarrassed. I mean, I was already embarrassed, but now I've humiliated myself.
I just posted a whiney baby post about not winning a Perfect Post award.
Hard to believe, right? I want to cry.
I am such a fool. Really. I deserve to have poop flung at me once again.
You are such a sweetheart. I swear, this is just ridiculous.
I'm about to write a follow-up post right now. I should just delete my first post, but the pictures are too funny.
I'm that shallow.
Good lord, I am so embarrassed.
And so excited! At least I wrote my whiney baby post after you wrote your nomination post. That counts for something, right? No kidding, I was watching my "publishing now" icon swirling around just as my Google Mail popped up a new message. A message saying, in essence, "the fates waited until you couldn't unpublish your self-centered thesis on why you are a brat before they'd let this message through."
Lord.
MeganPS- Really, thank you. I do not, in fact, deserve this. I think I just proved that.
PPS- But I'll take it! Absolutely mad bananas love for you!
Writer. Mother.
