Sunday, May 21, 2006
Shhhh. Dooce checked out my blog.
It's Sunday night. Nobody is reading this anyway. I just had an amazing dinner with Hubby and Girlie (steaks off the grill, yum). After two glasses of wine, I think I'm ready to admit that I emailed Dooce a link to my cartoon where Girlie gets "Dooced." I'll be damned, somebody from Salt Lake City shot over to check out that specific post. Had to be her, don't you think? Why do I care? Because she's the blogging big shot and for one brief second, she checked out my site. Thanks for making me feel like a somebody, Dooce. Hope you got a laugh out of it.