I have discovered a serious problem with my blogging. You see, I put all my best stories and interesting Kyle and Kourtney goings on out there for the world to read and then I have nothing to talk about when I see you in person!
I am 3/4 thrilled and 1/4 disappointed when I go to tell you what just happened and you tell me "oh yes I know all about that, I read your blog!" Because then, you see, it is at that point that I don't know what to talk about. And that, my friends, is when I start to embarrass myself by saying ridiculous things just to fill empty space.
Now tell me, what is a girl to do? You must know that I am really truly delighted when I hear you read out little blog. Delighted and also a little hesitant to continue our friendship/familial relations because there is always a chance that I will mistakenly blog about something personally embarrassing to me... or you, that will make things awkward between us. Do know that I never intend to publically humiliate you and will purposefully not post embarrassing pictures of you. (except for maybe this one. sorry abby)
As for me... I humiliate myself on a daily basis so its really become quite the norm these days. Maybe you've heard about how I walked around the office halls with the skirt of my dress caught around my name badge? I would like to make a post about that fateful day but I don't have any pictures to illustrate. And really, I'm all about the pictures.
Don't you love pictures too? I like to keep a lot of pictures on here because if you are anything like me, you will glance at a post full of too much text and skim around to find the pictures. Then maybe later when you're bored you'll go back through and read every word. But basically this post is already too full of text for my taste so I will not be offended if you just look at the pictures.
On a somewhat unrelated note...
Sometimes, when the Kyle and I are out with friends, I feel like we are the hottest comedy duo! No seriously, we can't even help ourselves. You probably don't even think we're funny, but you know what? You don't have to. We keep ourselves laughing long after you've gone to bed wondering "where the heck did we find friends like that?" And then the next day, like a bad hangover, I review in my mind all the things I said and/or did in your presence and silently roll my eyes and pray you will still talk to me despite whatever I said and/or did.
So, if you're still reading, despite my breaking of my own too-much-text-rule, thanks for sticking with us and not totally giving up even when I spill an entire glass of water on myself at the restaurant. Or tuck my skirt into my nylons... We really do have the very best friends and family we could ever ask for.