Wow.

This little story has my mouth hanging open incredulously, the way it does whenever something shocks and outrages me. Like when the cable bill arrives, my Airport turns off and on for no apparent reason or my daughter insists on wearing tights with sandals...no matter what the weather.

I can't speak about it in any intelligent way, but she and so can he.

First I worried my in laws would sue me for defamation and now I have to worry that some psychotic moron is going to plagiarize me? Granted, there's not a whole lot for him to copy...but perhaps he also wore a pair of Red Shoes to school one day...just like I did.

Suggestion Mr Lamb, stop.

Comments

[Emily]

Wow!Tacky huh?

[beerzie boy]

Sigh. Why people do this is beyond me. They are only kidding themselves. Blogspost should shut this asshole down.

[Deborah]

It never even occured to me that someone would plagerize a blog, but now that I know it is happening I want to know...why isn't anyone plagerizing my writing? Melissa, feel free to plagerize me anytime. Please. No really.

[beerzie boy]

This really isn't that odd. I have probably blogged about how tired I was before. I think I have spent most of my life being tired. When I was first pregnant with Isaac my cousin Kim was asking my questions such as, "Are you nauseated all the time?" She went through the list of: "You are probably pregnant" questions then she came to: "Are you tired all of the time?" After asking that question she said, "What am I saying? Asking you if you are tired is like asking Ethiopians if they are hungry."

[beerzie boy]

(I'm just trying to make Deborah feel better.)