Remember how much time I spent worrying about too honest on this little experiment of mine? Apparently I shot that right down.
I was just reading the most current page of el Blogo, and I saw that I've been writing about things that are much more personal about my life. And as I entitled, I blame Dooce.
When I find a blog I like, I read it from beginning to end. The downside of my most recent reading obsession is that she's been blogging for about 7 years. This gives me a whole lot to catch up on. One of my favorite things about her site is just how open she is about her life, her thoughts, her silliness. So, after reading her site for a couple of weeks now, I guess it's rubbed off.
Normally, I mention the boy and the intricacies that are my life in cryptic terms (Hi, G!). Now, I find that I just need to ramble to y'all and that's what I do.
Golly, I look forward to the repercussions.
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hehe...hey there right back at ya!
I blame you for writing about Dooce and then I read Dooce and then I looked at the Dooce Daily Style entries and then the links within the entries and then learned about Etsy and then looked at local Etsy sites and before I knew it the day was shot.
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