I woke up this morning with the idea that it would be cool to check my email before going out to enjoy a beautiful day of yard saling, starbucks, and volleyball. I didn't think about the fact that my sisters last night on QVC would have effected my website status. Apparently I misunderstood the power of late night infomercials I mean Quality Value Convenience.
While sorting through the emails I found one to ask me to stay in touch with my fans. Ummm excuse me? Stay.... with... what? Do what? What fans? Who's a fan? Of course I couldn't help but email this kind lady back immediately and tell her that I think she was confused. In the heat of the moment she must have gone on my website accidentally from Patti Reilly's website and accidentally contacted me. Of course I will pass the information on to my sister.
In no way should someone like me have a fan. First of all I can barely get my shit together on a day as casual as Saturday, where the most fun I have is going out yard saling with my girlfriend, driving to Starbucks, and then heading out to volleyball. I mean really! That's my full day. I don't even enjoy going out after that. I'm a 30 year old woman who would probably enjoy menopause over sitting at a bar with a drink in my hand watching girls show off their thongs on the dance floor. The only reason I would have a drink in my hand is because you would need one after the shit that you see out there.
These poor mothers out there don't have a clue what their child bearing has done to society these days. It's given the women out there a complex of having to compete for attention. The least amount of clothes wins! Ha Rah!
Back to the fan thing. Umm I love you for putting a smile on my face and making me feel special, but really all it did was make my girlfriend laugh her ass off at me all day. She kept waking around all morning saying "Jennnnnaaaaaaayyyyyyy I'm your biggest fan Jennnnnaaaaaaayyyyyyy! Keep Forest Gump's image in your mind when you say that out loud to yourself and you will get the idea.
Now to ALL my FANS out there... I hope you find yard saling as amusing as I do. I will make sure to update you on any amazing treasures that I find.
While sorting through the emails I found one to ask me to stay in touch with my fans. Ummm excuse me? Stay.... with... what? Do what? What fans? Who's a fan? Of course I couldn't help but email this kind lady back immediately and tell her that I think she was confused. In the heat of the moment she must have gone on my website accidentally from Patti Reilly's website and accidentally contacted me. Of course I will pass the information on to my sister.
In no way should someone like me have a fan. First of all I can barely get my shit together on a day as casual as Saturday, where the most fun I have is going out yard saling with my girlfriend, driving to Starbucks, and then heading out to volleyball. I mean really! That's my full day. I don't even enjoy going out after that. I'm a 30 year old woman who would probably enjoy menopause over sitting at a bar with a drink in my hand watching girls show off their thongs on the dance floor. The only reason I would have a drink in my hand is because you would need one after the shit that you see out there.
These poor mothers out there don't have a clue what their child bearing has done to society these days. It's given the women out there a complex of having to compete for attention. The least amount of clothes wins! Ha Rah!
Back to the fan thing. Umm I love you for putting a smile on my face and making me feel special, but really all it did was make my girlfriend laugh her ass off at me all day. She kept waking around all morning saying "Jennnnnaaaaaaayyyyyyy I'm your biggest fan Jennnnnaaaaaaayyyyyyy! Keep Forest Gump's image in your mind when you say that out loud to yourself and you will get the idea.
Now to ALL my FANS out there... I hope you find yard saling as amusing as I do. I will make sure to update you on any amazing treasures that I find.
My biggest fan!
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