Julie was featured on the Daily Post‘s Blogger Profile, right after yours truly… not that I am bragging or anything (for the record, I did invite Julie on my blogroll prior to her being featured on the Daily Post, as I am that magnificent™). But enough about me. Julie thinks The Byronic Man is all that, as bloggers go. I think The Byronic Man is all that because he’s hot. To each their own, I guess. However, this has nothing to do with why I invited Julie to be among my peers. Julie was invited to sit with the greats because of this, and this, and this. I know, I have exquisite taste… But this is not about me, nor this this about The Byronic Man. This is about Julie.
When I heard Le Clown wanted to induct me into his Blogroll Hall of Fame and Fierce Fabulousness (I’m sorry, did I misread that?), I immediately* began preparing my acceptance speech and taking edgy pictures of myself. Because I’m humble like that. In fact, I’d go as far as to say I’m the BEST at humility.
First of all, I would like to thank the other blogroll inductees who probably had this acceptance speech idea before me, for making everyone uncomfortable here.
I would also like to thank shamelessness, for finding my number and using it frequently.
Next off, I’d like to thank my parents, for arguing over whether or not to have a third child, thus bringing me into the world understanding that I’m the living embodiment of compromise. Mom and Pop, you, above all else, have taught me that the key to happiness is low expectations.
Oh, that reminds me! I’d like to thank low expectations for taking the pressure off of all of us with this post.
I of course can’t forget to mention vodka, as you, Dr. Smirnoff, have shown me therapy is a waste of money. Also once I put you in the freezer it’s almost impossible to tell you’re not good.
Okay someone please pass the tissues, because right now I’d like to thank my labradoodle, Uncle Jesse, for proving I no longer need to experience human love. I wasn’t going to include this picture here, because duh, I wanted to save it for my own blog, but, well… It’s JUST TOO FUCKING AWESOME.
Finally, thanks to Le Clown, for putting me in such esteemed company, but more importantly, for allowing me to drop my first bloggy F-bomb. Harry Potter? You don’t even KNOW magical.
*at the very last minute, and only after a reminder. Certified Project Management Professional, at your service.
Next week’s blogroll inductee, a special one: my very good friend Amy West.