I really have the best ever teenage-girls-are-from-Mars-and-the-rest-of-us-are-from-Venus story.
I can't tell it.
Not because I don't think it's hilarious, or because I think it's too embarrassing, or because I finally found something that even I wouldn't be comfortable talking about.
It's because the Roo-girl -- for the first time in my two years of blogging -- told me not to.
Let's back up just a smidge. She still does NOT know about my blog. I made the conscious decision to blog on the sly on July 29, 2007.
In the first year, however, she told me repeatedly that I SHOULD blog. That our family is hilarious and I should share our stories. In fact, one day she tried to hijack my laptop and set up a blog FOR me.
My answer to her was: You hate it when I tell stuff to my friends. What the heck would you do if I was telling the internet?
Her answer: I don't KNOW those people, so it doesn't matter.
So when we went to the AT&T store last Friday night to replace her severely malfunctioning phone and she did something that was so laughably hilarious that even the store manager was giggling, I was quite taken aback by her response:
"If you tell your blog friends about this, I will find out and I will hunt you down and KILL you!!"
Ah, so what changed?
Although she does not know about my blog, she DOES know that I read other blogs and therefore have developed blog friends. A community. People who send me stuff. People she actually has met in real life.
So now? You, my blog friends, are in the same category as my IRL friends. You KNOW her.
And I must respect her wishes.
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And speaking of July 29, 2007, that means that tomorrow is my actual bloggy natal day.
Be sure to come by for a special contest spectacular.