In honor of tomorrow's 200th post I thought we could do a different kind of Thursday Three than we normally do. Tonight we're gonna party like it's 199...! We'll be wild! We'll be crazy!
(We'll crawl to our bed dosed up on Ibuprofen because we're so sore from the gym yesterday that we're making scientific history as the first human ever to be in rigor mortis without being dead).
Tomorrow how about if we do three questions from all you sweet things? Anything I haven't spilled my guts about that you're curious about? Half finished stories? Unanswered questions? Now's your chance. ("When are you going to give up this ridiculous blog business?" doesn't count, either. Don't say I didn't warn you).
And not that I'm expecting more than one or two people to jump at this (hi, mom!), but on the off chance that there are a couple of thousand suggestions maybe I'll try and figure out how to put one of those poll-y things on and you could even choose three from the suggestions. I'm not being lazy, honest. It's just that I can't move. Even typing hurts.
Who knew it could feel so good to get healthy?
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Posted by the rotten correspondent at 12:02 AM