Imagine your best friend won the Nobel prize. Dignitaries, family and friends from all over the world would fly in to Stanislav or wherever, just to pay homage to the deserving honoree. And imagine you didn’t go. You stayed home, curled up on the couch in your jammies, eating cheese curls and drinking cheap Muscato while watching Toddlers & Tiaras. What kind of friend would you be?
A pretty, darn sucky one. Like me.
Darla at She’s a Maineiac got Freshly Pressed a couple of weeks ago for her hilarious post, Happy Impending Death Day. I missed the whole thing.
Word Press devotees know that there are few higher honors than having your post selected as the best of the best in your category for that day. It’s a public pat on the back, an “atta boy” – a bracing affirmation for bloggers who write words day after day and often wonder if what they’re sending out is any good.
I read Darla’s wonderful piece about her wonderful mom when it was first posted. And it was wonderful. I snorted milk out of my nose, something that often happens when reading her stuff. But I missed seeing it up on the Freshly Pressed page on the big day, which, as it happens, was my birthday. I missed her blog post announcing the big event. Missed the celebratory party. Didn’t help clean up the empty Ripple bottles, streamers and deflated balloons, and didn’t join in the next day’s hangover.
It’s been an incredibly hectic summer, and I’ve been somewhat MIA around WordPress, as some of you may have noticed, but that’s no excuse. Hope you can forgive me, Darlinkidinkidoo. WordPress will just have to Freshly Press your next post so I can join in the celebration in real time. I see no reason why that shouldn’t happen.
p.s. Me too. Today. For this post. Yay.
p.p.s. Toddlers & Tiaras doesn’t seem to be on TV anymore, so it’s hard to find a reason to go on. Being Freshly Pressed again is no substitute for watching baby princesses in mile-high hair throwing temper tantrums, but it does help lighten the spirits.