Oh, shirt, how you mock me
I got the Lightening Online teeshirt. I implored to you talk some sense into me about the contest I was planning. And then poop happened.
Poop meaning moving stuff.
And rain and cloudy skies. And sorry, but it was crazy enough that I was going to do the half naked show in the sun, I’m definitely not doing it on a virtually hottie-less beach when it’s 15 degrees and cloudy. But I did still get all whorey-looking. Just for yous.

I could still go through with the contest, but that would mean holding onto the shirt for even longer, and that’s just not fair, considering that it will lower the number of potential contestants for the end-of-year prize.

[For the record, my boobs normally look way better than that. Ahem.]
So here’s the deal, yo. You leave me a comment with your bestest answers to the following. Each response will be scored on a 1-5 scale, giving a final score for each entry. Answers will be scored based on wit, calculated cruelty, blunt and self-esteem-damaging honesty, creativity and the always important compliment factor.
I’ll announce the winner and post the final scores when I have internet service again - likely on the evening of the 31st. The winner takes the shirt and the next top three will get a special pressie from me. If you don’t want the shirt, still enter and let me know cuz I will totally send you something good* if you win.
Your questions (blanks can be filled in with as many damn words as you want):
- Zoeyjane ___________________ too much.
- Isobel is the __________________________.
- Moving sucks ________________________.
- If I won a million dollars on the same day I found out I was going to die in a month, I would _______________________________.
- I write a blog. This means I’m ____________________.
* Hint, hint: it may have something to do with being naked.
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1. Zoeyjane talks down about her fantastic parenting too much. She knows in her heart that she’s a kick-ass Mama and totally rules at this 2-year-old thing.
2. Isobel is the nommiest DeBaby ever.
3. Moving sucks moldy sweaty 27-year-old goat balls.
4. If I won a million dollars on the same day I found out I was going to die in a month, I would finally go to Canada. Hire a babysitter for Is, kidnap you and we’d be headed to Greece. For a while. There would be alcohol involved. And shopping. And gratuitous sex with strange but super-hot men. And then we’d buy Jason Mraz.
5. I write a blog. This means I知 the Chuck Norris of the Intarwebz.
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