I just watched Sonja Foust do her Drunken House Tour. If I were a Blogger I could do a drunken house tour. Only my house looks like three dogs and three kids live there. That’s because they do. Plus I’m a lousy housekeeper. So my drunken house tour would be all about me apologizing for the state of my house. In a drudfnken (That’s supposed to be Drunken, but Pippin was “helping”) manner, sooo probably you wouldn’t be able to understand half of what I was saying.
On the up side I could also do a drunken barn tour, drunken tractor shed tour and druken huge ass garage tour. Wait – there’s more. Drunken Run-In Shed! Drunken Field. Drunken Neighbor’s Ginormous Horse Barn. That last one doesn’t sound quite right. Sounds like I have a drunken neighbor. Which I just might, but not that one. As far as I know.
There now I have stolen a blog post from the wildly popular Pintester. Without the video. Or Pictures.
Luckily I’m not a Blogger I’m a Novelist. So no one expects much from my blog.
Aren’t I special?