We've known each other for awhile right, Bloggy? I feel like we can talk about pretty much anything. Remember that time I spilled my guts in a post about being in love with someone, and you got hungry and ate it right before I was about to hit "Publish Post"? I was so mad for 2 seconds, but I know you were saving me from total humiliation and that proposing to Jeffrey Dean Morgan probably wasn't going to lead anywhere good. Thank you for that. How about that time I threatened to quit you because you kept posting black highlight over all my text? Good times. I know I get angry sometimes when you won't accept comments, but you know you mean more to me than carbs. You and I are going to be together always.
But I was thinking, and please don't take this the wrong way...Maybe we could have an open relationship? Baby... come back... Aww come on... Hear me out. Please don't cry!
There's this blog, Wag the Dad, you've met him... well, you know I'm as good at walking away from a challenge as Marty McFly. He's challenging me to a He Said / She Said. The thing is, honey... the challenge is going to be over at his place. I promise I'll send some people back here so you can make new friends too. Maybe we can teach him a thing or two. Maybe I can figure out what the hell guys think. You always said you don't care where I get my appetite as long as I come home to eat... I'll still be home like 5 days a week. I promise.
Do you have anything you'd like to see us fight about? Should we get a jello pit? Mud?