I also posted on this blog and this blog.
This is the response I got from facebook plus a few people sent me private messages.
So... I got to thinking about what a mooch I am. Remember my big road trip that turned into a blind dating trip? That was me begging people to let me stay with them and then asking them to find me some love.
I started dreaming about how maybe I should put a calendar on my blog and every night someone could have me over for dinner - like the missionaries except I could swear and tell dirty jokes instead of giving a spiritual thought (totally kidding, I don't do either of those things).
DON'T WORRY - I'm not going to ask you to feed me people. I just like to dream about it.
Good news: I just figured out how to make my own ringtones and put them on my treo. I made "Sugar Sugar" and "I'm a Pepper" into some friggin sweet ringtones
Bad news: I don't know how to add the audio files to this post so you can hear them.
CALL ME - so I can enjoy my new ringtones. I might not answer cause I want to listen to my ringer.
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We certainly felt fortunate to have a celebrity over for dinner...you know, the "owner" of the bean museum. It is however a little un--fortunate that we didn't capture with a photo the fine china (chinette), and the baby enjoying dinner with us...on the table...as I promised!
Thanks again. You are welcome any time!
You are the first person I have ever known that is sick of going out to dinner. You my sister are an enigma.
Drive out to Vegas and I'll cook for you. Today I fed Lennon macaroni & cheese with some mixed-in corn.
Can we come over for dinner?
Mac n cheese with some mixed in corn?
Gross!
Hey where's your calendar? Not that I really cook, uh. But maybe we could make a joint effort when your calendar is open wild and free.
Doesn't making a blog private contradict the concept of a blog? Or maybe it just makes me THAT much more curious to know what is being discussed behind closed doors. You can eat at my house ANYTIME!
Katy, I can't read the facebook stuff it's too blurry. I want to know what it says.
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