I didn't mention this to you all earlier because I surely wasn't going to set myself up, but awhile ago I applied as a writer for ClubMom as one of their featured bloggers. It appears that they like the way I murder a sentence...or Andrew is aware of all those VHS tapes I spent on Melrose Place...because they chose me out of many deserving applicants.
When I received the offer today I literally read one sentence, buried my face in my hands, made Chris read the rest over my shoulder, and then promptly hid in the closet. Will this reaction concern them, do you think?
The fact that ClubMom feels I'm competent enough to represent them as a blogger is a huge compliment and I'm overwhelmed by the opportunity. I am honored. And published? Stop it.
My closet is calling me.