665. Hyperventilating With Famousness

So there I was, reading the blog of my new Bloggy Crush, Stephanie at Clay Baboons. She does these super-funny little clay scenes and then writes ultra-creative hilarious stuff to go along with it, and basically I laugh a lot and then go back and re-read it to make sure I didn’t miss any punch-lines or humor nuances and subtleties (note:  that is supposed to say subtleties, I’m sorry if spellcheck corrected it to subtitles, but please be aware that Stephanie does not write in a foreign language even though she lives in Canada where everyone speaks French, but she is quite fluent in the language of Bwahahahaha, that is actually her native tongue). But I digress. The point is, I was reading her latest post, and she recommended a few other bloggers and I thought, “Oh, cool, let’s see if I have heard of any of them,” and there I was, scrolling on down, and KABOOM! My blog! She recommended my blog!

Now, this is not the very first time this has ever happened to me. I have received a few Versatile Blogger awards, the Liebster Award, I came in third once in a Trifecta Writing Challenge, plus I was interviewed by Chicago Parent Magazine online, and I even won a Pulitzer Prize*(*this award I gave to myself, so it might not “officially” count). But what made this such a unique experience was there was a picture of my book cover, too.

I fainted. Well, I didn’t faint faint, in the traditional sense of me falling out of the chair and losing consciousness, but my head did get a little woozy and I thought I might hyperventilate. I did what I always do in scary unfamiliar situations: reached for that bag of M&M’s on my desk and dove in.

Oh, Stephanie, Stephanie, does any of your clay look like M&M’s?

Thank you for recommending my blog. Right back at you (in an infinite loop of mutual admiration).

MOV