Neighborhood stroll with Britt
Don’t you hate it when you’re writing your blog and the words just flow effortlessly. You include gorgeous photos and then click the button that sends your beautiful post to Blog Hell never to be seen again?
That’s what happened to me last night when I should’ve been sleeping. I woke up at 4am and blogging seemed the natural thing to do. Earlier in the day I mentioned to my daughter that I’d posted a photo of hers on my blog.
“I didn’t know you had a blog, Mom,” she said.
“Oh, honey,” I replied. “Don’t feel bad, neither do millions of other people.”
So this morning I was up with the birds and searching the net. I found this hilarious bio by this hilarious writer. I wouldn’t give you two cents for his political persuasion, but he does make me laugh.
I once had an editor remove the last line of my bio. It went something like, “blah, blah, blah and she used to clean her house.” I don’t know, maybe she thought it wasn’t funny. But isn’t it apparent that I write with humor. I mean, isn’t it apparent that I try? One thing’s for sure, I don’t report on natural disasters.
My current bio may still include that line. I don’t know if it does but it could; I still don’t have time to clean my house.
I wish I had this guy’s www.http://edwardsreport.wordpress.com/ bio to use as example when I was asking my staff to write their own bios.
All I could come up with was: “Little Miss Muffet, an arachnaphobic who lives under a tuffet, subscribes to Cosmo magazine and dresses in only spandex.”
Guess the humor-well has done dried up this morning. Oh well, tomorrow’s another day!
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