It seems like there is someone (or several someones, at times) who can find a way to rain on my parade here at the Glamorous life.
I can post a picture of a KitchenAid stand mixer or I can post a picture of my cleavage and someone always has something negative to say.
If you check out the header up there and the sidebar to your left, it has MY name all over it and my blog name. MINE. That means, I post what I like and if you don't like it, don't let the mouse hit your ass on the way out.
After all, I was raised with the belief that if "You don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."
Plus, I'm just over here blathering about my life in my own little "Christmas Letter To The Family" type way, so it's not like I'm unearthing anything super dishy or controversial.
I am not a normal person. I do weird things. Sometimes, I do them just for shits and giggles.
If you don't like that philosophy, then please find another blog to haunt. There are approximately 40 million of them to read. I don't have any special corner here.
Now, please go wish my girl, Buzzardbilly a Happy Birthday!