I’m takin’ off for the biannual pilgramage to Cleveland. I know. Stop the excitement.
To keep you amused, I booked two guest bloggers, my brother Chris and his lovely wife Tammy. I have no clue what they’ll blog about. Since they’re new parents, it will probably be a combination of politics and poop stories. They should fit right in.
Their only instructions were not to publish any pictures of me, because of all the internet wack-jobs. (Present company excluded.) However, I have recently noticed that other guest blogger often go on at great length discussing the wisdom and beauty of their host. Feel free to do that, guys. You can also lie and tell the readers that I am built like Pam Anderson. Because nothing boosts readership like rumors of a great rack.
Back on Tuesday.
Apt. 11d 