The Other Mother has organized an event called Blog Reader Appreciation Day which is an opportunity for all us blogger folk to thank our readers. I have so much to be thankful for in that regard so I had to participate. You have supported me in good times and bad, in sickness and in health - yes, it's sort of like a marriage except that we don't live together, you don't have to do my laundry* and we never got to register for cool housewares at Williams-Sonoma. I started this blog simply because I wanted to write. I never expected to reconnect with old friends and make new ones through the conversation that happens here or through e-mail or on Twitter or on Facebook (for those of you who have found me there). This electronic connection that we have made is weirdly wonderful. Time is in short supply for us all and I do appreciate that you keep coming back here. So, thank you for reading and commenting. Thank you for passing my blog on to your friends and family. Thank you for your patience with the existential angst that I pour onto these pages and thank you for laughing at the ridiculous with me. If I could, I would invite you all over to my house where I would present each of you with an "I ♥ Boob Mallards" mug and I would then fill them all with persimmon martinis and we would drink and laugh and think. Alas, I cannot. I can, however, offer a small prize to one of you. That's right...it's time for another Up Popped A Fox giveaway! People who leave a comment on this post by the end of the day on April 23rd (next Thursday) will be entered into a drawing for one of the following prizes (to be chosen by the winner):
A copy of The Peep Show on DVD (the quality is so much better than on YouTube and there just might be some bonus footage)
A CD containing the original song "We Can Fly" as performed by yours truly (with maybe an extra song or two thrown in to make it worth your while)
The Oscars have PricewaterhouseCoopers to figure out their winners. Remember these guys?
Yeah, well, I have my own statistical genius to help me sort this all out. PricewaterhouseCoopers has got nothin' on her.
All comments on this post will serve as entries and, when the deadline has passed, Luisa will do some of her mystical statistical sortin' and choose a winner. Thank you all for reading!
*I asked Luisa what the worst part of being married to me was so that I could think of something better than this line and she said, "They don't have to process with you...oh...but they do..."