Overprotecting myself

I had The. Most. Incredibly. Written. Post. all ready for this morning. I started composing it in the shower this morning. Seems to be where I do my best work, actually. Hrmph. I scrambled around for something to write on as soon as I got out of the shower, and even though I loathe the feeling of just-washed-hands on paper with no lotion, I jotted down just about everything I could remember. (And managed to remember most of it despite No. 2 whispering “Mom, what are you doing? Why? What?) Man, I was proud of that post. It was going to get comments galore. I was feeling mighty proud of myself.

And then—yes, there’s always that—I realized that the person slash particular group of people I would be referring to in this post may possibly read it. (I think once I sent an email without deleting my blog address from my signature. Eek!) I wasn’t directly insulting anyone, but I could see how one particular person (who I actually don’t know) might view this as a personal attack. Despite the fact that the post was more centered around ME freaking out about something I don’t need to freak out about (OK, maybe a little). It’s such a small, small possibility that this person will read my blog, but I’m not in the business of burning bridges.

So, instead you’ll notice that I have updated my blogroll. It has been seriously lacking in representation of what I actually read. (It’s so easy to hit “Add to Favorites” instead of going into my Blogger template.) And Art-Sweet, I owe you one, big, fat apology for not at least updating my link to your new site before now. Bad Michko! Bad.

Take special note of Life as i know it. The Mr. started a blog over the weekend. Please go visit and give him a special hello.