I hope my snotty, cavalier tone came across.

And for those of you out there who are those prissy little bitches who saying things like, “blogs are stupid,” “blogs are for people who have nothing better to do,” I say, read this post very carefully. It’s exactly why blogs are RIGHT.

I’m going to start telling people The Dot was the result of a wound I received while saving a school bus full o’ kids from a Al-Qaeda or something. Shh. Don’t tell.

And, of course, I’m reciprocating the linky goodness.

I’m adding you to my blogroll based on that story alone!

That was awesome.

My husband went to the Naval Academy for 3 years before leaving due to an injury. One would think he must have been injured in combat or doing something really dangerous or heroic or some shit like that.

But no.

He was running down the hallway playing squirt guns with his friends when he slipped in a puddle of water and fell head first into a concrete wall and fractured his scull.

Dumb ass.

He’s ok now though.

So it’s fine to laugh at him.

I mean with him. Laugh with him.

I was very sensitive and emotional as a teenager.

Or was too high to remember. Come to think of it, that’s probably more likely.

Chris – Yes. Yes, he was quite the ass. Really made my day.

But not by myself. Your situation reminds me of that SNL skit with Billy Crystal and Christopher Guest where they discuss various masochistic tendencies… “Man, I hate it when that happens!”