On Sunday, I went to Logan, and Kate and I had some friends over for lunch, including him. Which happened to be a delicious meal, if I do say so myself: Homemade chili con carne, made-from-scratch cornbread, and homemade zucchini bread with zucchini from our garden.
Dan announced at the dinner table that he secretly stalks my blog, which sent me into a fit of laughter. Mostly because he announced it in front of a group of people who know YSB really well, and so anytime they are in earshot of someone talking about my blog, I go into internal hysterics. (Even though they all know I have a blog--though they don't read it). So I laughed really hard to cover it all up. Because I'm an awkward, uncomfortable person.
I'm sorta like an ostrich. If we don't talk about it, it technically doesn't exist. So, in my mind, if we don't talk about my having a blog, it's as though they don't know about it. But then someone mentions it, my illusion is shattered, and my fear of somebody finding out about my crush is multiplied by like a thousand. Guys, it's really bad.
Hi Daniel. Keep your mouth shut.
PS. Welcome to the blog!
5 comments:
Om nom nom!! That sounds awesome! Do you have it spicy? I love spicy.
Remember when you pointed out the YSB to me? That was awesome. :)
Lol; Chess, I feel the same way about my blog!
I couldn't write anything about my former employer because i was too scared he'd want to look up my blog and read about how I thought he was a sadistic slave-driver and that I called his mother a veloceraptor.
ah internet. the end of all secrets.
I'm the same way with my blog. But then sometimes (every once in a while) I really want to share a post with someone...and then I realize that it would mean they could see all of the other posts as well and decide to keep my mouth shut. lol
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