I want you to dig through your blog files and show us your best effort. Why you consider it your best is up to you. C’mon, you know you have a favorite - show it to me one more time.
Hmm, I said to myself, hmmmm. I've only been blogging since July, so there isn't a huge archive to choose from. If I felt like being self-important, I would resurrect this old chestnut (which I have linked back to more times than I really should have).
But I don't ... feel self-important, anyway. So I'm off to read everyone else's best-of post, while I leave you, my Fun Monday pals, checking out something you probably never saw because it was a early-Janet guest post for my friend Melodyann.
Here's how it ran on Sept. 4, 2007:
Well, how the hell are ya? (Mel said I could swear.) I’m from another planet entirely. I’m still pretty new in town, but this is already my SECOND guest post. Impressive? Oh yeah.
In my first, I talked about thongs. So it seems only fair that in the second, I should talk about vibrators.
I have one. Do you?
He’s just a little thing but pretty powerful, and his name is Buzz (you know … to infinity and beyond …?)
He has no need to be concerned about his petite stature because, as you know, size doesn’t matter.
Anyway, I keep him in my nightstand drawer, close to my person. But once, he escaped.
I don’t know how this happened, truly. I believe Buzz has always been true to me (although he DOES enjoy a threesome with the hubster every now and again).
Anyhow, one day many years ago, I was walking my then-10-year-old son to his religious school classroom and I felt a familiar jolt in an unfamiliar location – the small of my back.
WTF? (See, Mel? I can swear!)
I whirled around to see Buzz staring me right in the eye – FROM MY SON’S CLENCHED FIST.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Buzz! How could you betray me like that?
Wait a second. Z-man? WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THAT?
“I found it,” he said.
Found it, my ass! I KNOW the kid took Buzz out of my drawer, but what the hell? Has he been walking around with my little friend ALL DAY? At school? How many fifth-graders have been introduced to my Buzz-man? Has my lover betrayed me? Can I ever forgive him? Will my son be scarred for life? Will I?
“Yeah, Mom. See? I can give you a massage …”
Um. I think NOT.