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Hey, don’t forget to enter to win a copy of That Baby CD and DVD! I’m not leaving comments on that post (to make my random-winner-choosing easier, utilizing comment numbers and a random number generator), so naturally I have comment-replies floating around my head. If I were going to reply, I would have said things like:
“I’m pouting for you too—that was a fabulous photo. Or maybe you meant something else and now I sound stalker-ish. Whoops.”
And: “No kidding! I’ve stopped counting how many Sesame Street Old School and Blue’s Clues and Between the Lions we’ve lost to scratches. Sigh.”
And: “Bonus points for everyone!”
And: “M, why are you anonymous? (Also: yay! shoes!)”
In case you were wondering.
It was a fabulous photo. I know. Sigh.
Sounding stalkerish has nothing to do with any one comment. IT’s really more of a lifestyle.
I have surprisingly few scratched CDs, considering that my older child operates her own boom box every night and my son listens to CDs (which I still drive) twice a day.
Do bonus points translate directly into chocolate?
I think it is fascinating that of all of the people in my life right now, there is only one person to whom I would directly and interestedly ask, “Why are you anonymous?” And her first initial is M. (My husband’s birth mother.)
In case you were wondering, too.
I was wondering, too.
It still is a fabulous photo, regardless of any contest outcome. So there.
Yeah, I’m thinking bonus points translate at least into imaginary chocolate, right? Since the points are imaginary to begin with? I’m thinking.
I didn’t realize Willem’s birth mother was still anonymous. In this case, I know who anon is, and she isn’t always anonymous. So I wondered.