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Blog til You Puke


Apparently, November is "blog until you puke" month. Someone, somewhere, issued a challenge to blog once a day in November. Clearly this person is not interested in the quality of blogs, only the shear unfathomable quantity, and therefore I should refuse to participate on principle.

However, I have a closet competitive streak that's rather macho in nature and just as stupid. It's what caused me to make sure I had less beer in my Heineken bottle than my husband's on our first date, even though I wasn't much of a drinker. (For example, when he took a swig, I would take two, and so on.) Despite this (or perhaps in some odd way because of it) my boyfriend eventually became my husband and we've lived happily ever after (well, most of the time). I was lucky.

It's no surprise then that halfway through my day, without having yet compiled my Halloween Blog and thinking I'll just post it tomorrow (November second!), I find myself twitching in my seat. I'm losing the challenge... must post something... opportunity to prove myself worthy to someone I don't know and have never met is slowly slipping away with every tick of the second hand...

So there you have it. A blog entry. On a day I didn't have a blog entry. And I even took a picture. Clearly my competitive streak is totally out of control.

Now, excuse me while I work on my gag reflex...



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