So yeah, I've decided not to say anything to the blogger who dumped me. My reasons for this are threefold:
One - As many of you pointed out, this is only the internet and also it is her loss and additionally it is no skin off my nose. Only that last bit is a lie because everything, everything, is skin off my nose. Potentially I should work on that. Anyway, bah, whatever, I am sad about it but will move on and instead focus on you nice, pretty, very smart people who still like me. Your hair looks really great today, by the way.
Two - I am prideful and hateful and spiteful and therefore do not want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that I care. I guess I've blown it already though if she ever reads my last post, but I still have a (pitiful, granted) form of deniability this way. "You? Ha-ha, you? Oh no, I was talking about one of the other people who suddenly began to despise me for no reason. Why, I barely even noticed when you dropped me like a virulently scum-encrusted hot potato. Did I mention ha-ha? See how I find the humor?"
Three - I tend to be a bit clueless when it comes to all that, you know, interpersonal crap, so it is entirely possible that I did do something awful for which I can never be forgiven and since I am so selfish and all I would rather just feel that I have been deeply wronged. Oh poor me, don't you all feel so sorry for me now and want to send me candy?
Hmmmm.... I think I am not coming across so well in this post, but I promise that other than the bitchiness and the spite and the grudge-holding (oh yeah, and the passive-aggressive stuff) I really am a lovely person. I will offer an example as proof. Yesterday, as a surprise for my husband, I finally got the TiVo we have had for two years hooked up so that it would work the way it was supposed to where you could record something and watch something else, rather than the way we had it hooked up where you could record something and watch, um, what you were recording. And I only made him wander around the house trying to figure out what the surprise was for a couple of hours before I gave in and told him. See? Perfectly lovely of me.
Also, in the interest of rambling on because the baby is actually sleeping and I feel like the world is one great big party just for me, on Tuesday I not only made dinner (by following the very astute advice of you lovely people) I also went to the gym and worked out for nearly 20 minutes! Baby steps, you know. I also braved the scale and found that I only weigh 5 pounds more than I told my OB I weighed before I got pregnant, which means I only weigh 8 pounds more than I really weighed before I got pregnant, which I think means I should have some more ice cream.