Red Face in the Mirror

I hate it when suddenly, through a flurry of point and clicks, I come across a post on another blog that sounds like me, smells like me and most of the time, is me. It’s like someone has been peeking through my windows at night.

Comments

  1. Hey, Pundit Guy,
    You’re only about the 100th person who thinks that post is about them. I only wrote about the things all of us do. You have to know it to write about it. How do you think I knew what to write??? 🙂

    Excuse, me while I go make myself miserable.

    smiles,
    Liz

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