I am having a panic attack.
Well, I don’t know if I’m actually having a panic attack, because I’ve never had a real panic attack so I have nothing to compare this to.
I just submitted three of my posts to a humor contest. I have this girl to blame. She made me do it. Well…not really. Actually she just sent me the link to the contest and said she was going to enter too. So really it was like peer pressure. Well…not really, but I was interested and comforted she was entering too.
Geez, I’m blathering.
(Editor’s note: blather is such a fun word. Also a fun word: frock. We should totally make this a retro word and bring it back.)
I went to lunch with my husband yesterday and confessed to him that I felt weird about entering the contest.
ME: I feel so weird! Like I just bared my breasts to the judges and now I’m just waiting for them to look at me and say, meh.
LANCE: You have nice breasts.
Sigh. He doesn’t get it. I’m slightly afraid you sweet readers won’t get it either. And I really hope no really godly people read this post and feel like they have to cleanse their eyes because I said breasts. It’s way better than vaginal.
I need to stop now.
**My pal, Jenny, is hosting a giveaway featuring her awesome and beautiful handmade jewelry. Visit her at Jenny Bunny Creations or Jenny Bunny on Etsy and pick your favorite item. Then copy and paste the link to that item and your email address on this post. The winner will be chosen on January 31, 2009 at noon. You can email her here if you want to leave her a love note. Enjoy!