So I heard that Blue was looking for people to guest post, and foolishly, I volunteered. Foolishly, not because Blue isn’t awesome because she totally is, but because it’s hard enough to think about what to write for my own blog. And I already did another guest post where I put my boobs on the internet, so it’s kind of hard to top that. Oh, and incidentally, this isn’t Blue in case you haven’t figured it out. This is Lynda from over at Crazy, Nerdy, Beautiful.
Of course, Blue saw that boobs on the internet post and told me that she can’t be friends with someone who has a better rack than she does. So, I thought maybe I would write about her fantastic rack, but honestly, I haven’t looked at it that much. I have a strange fascination with my own boobs, but I’m not really that interested in other women in that way. However, if you saw her dress and her post asking the Internet for their honesty, you know she has an amazing rack. So, really, what’s to talk about?
Then I thought of talking about my newly discovered interest in sex toys. I mean, I’m a newly single gal, and I never had used them in my marital relationship, but I know other people have. I’ve heard a lot of talk about these toys, and such tools may be useful for a newly single gal who just got out of a bad relationship. But, you know, I probably will link this post from my blog, and my parents read my blog. And at the moment, I also live with them. So, I don’t want them thinking any buzzing they hear is from anything more than good oral hygenie. (Think electric toothbrush, you perverts!) I mean, I know I’m an adult and all, but that’s just something I think of as being on the no-no list of things to talk about with your folks. So, please note I haven’t admit or deny anything. Especially if you are my mom reading this.
So, I sat and thought, “What the hell can I talk about?” Oh, and did you hear the conditions. We have to make sure that Blue doesn’t get arrested. Unless we can post her bail and represent her at her hearing. And at this time in my life, I just can’t afford that or I would totally try to get her arrested!
So, really, I got nothing at all.
Except this. Maybe you can help me. You see, as I am writing this post, my dog has been coming up to me wanting to play and go for a walk at almost 10:00 at night.
This is Nikki:
Nikki seems to not understand a few things. First off, she seems to think that the best time to ask for a walk is at 10 o’clock at night or later. I walk her in the afternoons many days, and my nephew plays with her, and she likes to sleep. But at 10 o’clock, she is asking for that walk. Many times after I walked her during the day as well.
Secondly, we just vacuumed today, my mom and I. So, Nikki, who incidentally hates the vacuum, decides that since we aren’t going for a walk, 10 o’clock is the best time to play with the messiest toy she has. One of those balls that dispenses treats. And leaves little treat crumbs all over.
Why can’t see do these things at 4 o’clock in the afternoon? When it’s sunny out? And I can put her outdoors and not have to worry about walking in the dark with the street lamps going off and tripping over the sidewalk or being mugged! Or having to vacuum again tomorrow because of little treat crumbs annoying my mom! Is this some kind of backwards dog ESP?
I guess I should just be glad she lets me sleep in most mornings. And so concludes the worst guest post ever.
∗ Posted by Lynda on 07.30.2009
∗ Blogger Buddies, Guest Post, Halp, teh lazy
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