I got to tell you, this whole guest post thing is the best scam that I’d come up with yet. I have no idea why I didn’t think of it sooner. Because now instead of typing my fingers to the bone trying to come up with entertaining posts, someone else does it for me, while I rest on the couch with some bonbons and a soothing cabernet, all under the guise of depression lite. I’m a genius.
And possibly a gluttonous drunk sloth.
The other thing I love about the guest posts is that my favorite bloggers email them to me. I mean, I’m just sitting there, wallowing and suddenly, ping! A guest post comes in. And I read it, and I laugh and laugh before remembering that I’m officially depressed lite, and then I sigh deeply, because laughter is for other people now. And I know what you’re thinking (besides, I can’t believe that I keep reading this, of course): isn’t getting an email subscription the same thing? I mean, you click on one of those “subscribe to my feed!” buttons on your favorite blogs and the posts miraculously appear in your email box, right? Yes, right.
But also wrong. Because when you get an email subscription to a blog, you have to live with the indignity that other people are getting the same email that you are.
Which is kind of gross and unsanitary.
Getting them delivered to me is hygienic and wonderful. And I will have more of them to share with you soon, after I finish enjoying them myself.
Until then, please visit me at The Mouthy Housewives, where I tackle the Angry Birds phenomenon once and for all.
And don’t miss my post at Buy-Her, because I’ll be talking thongs. Oh how I wish it were a euphemism.
And finally, if you were not around this weekend, weigh in on which dress is best for me. But please don’t vote for the Mandarin Plum because although there may be women out there who want their stomachs enhanced by placing a bow on them, I am not one of those women. And my stomach is not one of those stomachs.