Some Might Say . . .

. . . the last post is exactly what's wrong with blogging, but I say it's exactly what's right. Before blogging I would have had to sleep with each of you (or at the very least get you drunk) to acquire such information. I feel like we all shared something very special and yet my marriage remains intact.

My e-mail has been down all morning. Chris is working on it. ETA: In a little while. I hate it when this happens because I'm sure I'm being kept from something very important. Like perhaps some of the shy folks e-mailed me their underwear info instead of posting it.