I get this email from this mister, and it’s the best email he’s ever written me, and I email back and say, ‘I hate to make hay from your misery, but can I blog that?’ To which there has, so far, been no reply.
But I suspect that’s only because he’s sleeping. Stay tuned for a guest post from the mister.
My mister (Love Chunks) also wrote something brilliant but he won’t let me share it. Where’s the fun in that?
I’ve got the opposite from K. He’s forever saying: you might want to blog this.
Meanwhile I look forward to your hay.
Hasn’t the Mister woken up yet? Shouldn’t you check on him?