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.
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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