It seems that yesterday was International Say Nice Things About Beth Day. And you missed it! But that is ok, I will give you a special dispensation and you may say nice things about me today instead and we will just pretend that you didn't totally blow the deadline. I know you've been busy lately. I forgive you.
Anyway, first I got three emails saying nice things about my blog, which happens occasionally and always makes me think that someone has gotten the wrong address. Then, Marshall (you do remember Marshall, right) wrote this post. (Although, I just re-read it, and it seems he is just calling me a bitch rather than saying nice things about me. He totally fails Say Nice Things About Beth Day.)
So it was nice, you know, except it would have been better if I had known in advance so I could have done my hair or something. Or at least put on a clean shirt.
Now, I am 31 comments shy of Chris's mark of 89 comments on my giveaway post from yesterday. I really want to beat him, and I don't quite know why. Possibly it has something to do with him leaving me to be a single parent for two weeks. Which sure, he's working his ass off and I appreciate the whole single-handedly supporting this family thing, but possibly I am still feeling a little spiteful about never seeing him at all and having to manage children who are all pissed off at the absence of their father.
So I want to win. And as an incentive, I've decided that if I do win this (totally in my own head) contest, I will, in exchange, tell you the nickname I called Chris for many, many years at the beginning of our relationship. This is a double-whammy of embarrassment, because 1) he actually allowed me to call him this name, and 2) I was not 12. It may have been somewhat appropriate at 12. But probably not.
(Comments are still moderated. It will be ok, we can get through this together.)