Erica tagged me to do something that makes me nervous. I don’t even know if I should do it. I’m that fearful. Because I have a fragile ego? Probably. I like to be liked more than I put out there. I’m not easily offended, but I’ve been hurt a time or eleventy-million. Usually I assume people find me annoying or abrasive or (this one makes my husband laugh, but I think it’s true in relation to others) intimidating. I have few close friends, and they take a while to get that way.
Anyway, what I’m supposed to do is open up for questions. Yup. You got any for me that I haven’t already posted about? Then fire away. And even if you don’t have one or you don’t care, maybe you could ask one to be nice? I’m not ever going to be a P-Dub or a BooMama who will get 349 questions in response to a request like this, I realize. But I’d be happy with three. Or five.
Okay, enough groveling. This is your chance. No question is too dumb or too bold (I can always be discreet or refuse to answer—heck, it’s my blog!). But beware—if you ask a question, I’ll probably tag you to do the same thing on your blog!
Edited to add: Hey Mom, this would be a great time for you to figure out how to comment and leave a BURNING question. Heh heh.