Quiet Time.

I do much better in a room of 33 than a room of 473,733… which is how many of you visited me here in the last seven days.

If the words almost half a million people don’t freak you out, allow me to put it in perspective for you.  That is TEN times the normal amount of visitors I have in a month.  In seven days.

It was so completely unexpected.  Except to Dave apparently, who said, “Michelle, you’ve been writing good stuff for five years, I’m actually kind of surprised it hasn’t happened before.”  Now you all know exactly why I married him.  He also wanted me to tell everyone on the internet that he does indeed love fat chicks with hairy legs, well… just one fat chick with hairy legs.  <<—THAT WAS SARCASM.  He said you’re going to have to get your own though because clearly I am taken.  He has also started calling me Lady McFancyPants, Queen of the Internet.

He apparently doesn’t know that the Bloggess is the Queen of the Internet and is also about the nicest human being on the planet.  Jenny, you have no idea what 2 seconds of your time and ‘been there’-ness did for my anxiety level, because it was at an eleven.  Thank you.  You too, Kristin.  And Kristina.  Gigi.  Em.  And Lyndsey and Elise, my mom, Jen and Emily and Amy who all caught me hyperventilating into a paper bag.  And Lora, you.  A whole really lot.

I love to have people over, but sweet baby Jane.  I can’t get anything accomplished when you all are double dipping, drinking all of my wine, and playing the music too loud.  This week you get me, back to normal, mouth no longer completely agape at the insanity, and slightly less rant-y than my Moms, When Are You Going to Learn post.

It’s still the weekend, go have some fun.

PS.  I like you guys.