Hey, I’m ever-so-mildly famous in the blogosphere!

This is exciting to me.  It’s funny that they describe me as very girly.  Other than the facts that I like cute outfits and I don’t like competitive sports, I don’t think of myself as particularly girly.  I like technology and fart jokes and I am not very tidy.

That’s okay, though.  Ain’t nothing wrong with being a girl.  I guess I’m more girly than boyly, which is fine with me because boyly sounds like I’d have boils all over me.  DC and I watched Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle last night, so I guess I have boils on the brain.  Gross.
So anyway, where were we?

Oh yes.  Even though it seems like we just got home, Denny and I are leaving town again tomorrow.  The neighbors are going to think we don’t like them.  We’re heading up to Minneapolis in the morning to spend some time with John, Patty, and baby Niamh, then we’re pressing on to Duluth on Sunday for the D2L conference.  We’ll be there through Wednesday, then back home to work Thursday and Friday.  Ay yi yi.

I woke up early this morning, and instead of getting up and doing something productive, I lay in bed and thought about why almost none of the couples from The Bachelor or similar shows ever make it.  I came up with a few theories, but now that I think about them with a clearer mind, I think the answer is that stupid, shallow people go on those shows, and even if they’re not stupid and shallow, it’s a terribly unnatural environment that is not conducive to human relationships.

This is why I quit watching.  I did, I admit, watch The Bachelor: Rome, but that’s because it was right before we went to Rome and I wanted was all excited about anything Rome-related.  Too bad they spent all their time getting drunk in the castle and not out doing stuff in the city and environs.