“Thanks for sending the blog pictures of your poor husband. They are funny in a sadistic way. Take care of that poor man. The dating scene stinks. You don’t want to enter it.”
So I received the above in an email last night in response to the blog post, Dramatic Face 2.0, I wrote weeks ago. I read it to my daughter and she said to me, “You know what this means, Mom? You’ve made it! Someone’s found you important enough to send you cleverly disguised hate mail! Because ya know − Haters Gonna Hate! And there’s nothing you can do about it!”
So, tequila shots all around, my Wayward Friends! We’re celebrating the fact that I’ve finally made it! Woo Hoo!!!