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Sunday, January 29, 2012

646. I'm a Little Bit Famous

The day I've been waiting for has finally come, the day that instead of me locking myself in the bathroom so I can rehearse make-believe interviews in front of the mirror for hours on end, I have been asked to do a REAL interview. Fellow-blogger (and truth be told, my idol) Marianne at We Band of Mothers approached me, saying something about Donny Osmond not being available. Not to worry, I was prepared to channel my inner Donny, but then Marianne gave me the classic Proust questionnaire (which, sadly, did not address the bathroom mirror questions I had painstakingly practiced and memorized).

Click on over to read the interview. And then when you're done reading it, please click on the “Follow” button for Marianne. Tell her Donny sent you.

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(“Marie Osmond Variation”)

8 comments:

  1. Marie osmond variation...I love that one! Great interview famous lady!

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  2. ...and get ready for another one, sort of. I'm going to pass the leibster on to you this week. You don't have to do anything special...just link it back and pass it on.

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    1. thank you Kirby! and for you, the MOV award!

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  3. Man, that was really great. It was a little eerie because I would answer some of those questions in the exact same way. Creeeeeepy. ;-) Congratulations, you famous gal!

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    1. I knew we were literary twins..........

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  4. Never, ever forget the little people. Or the really tall people from Chicago.

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    1. I will never, ever forget the little people (you do mean the ones in your picture? the plastic ones? 'cause I want the pretty mommy with the shiny face-- not the one that was chewed on by the dog and now her hair is loose). And I also will ALWAYS be grateful to the really tall people from Chicago, as long as their name is Marianne.

      xxo
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