Monday, December 12, 2005

I'm ready to admit that I need some help

I know, I know, you're thinking that you're thankful that I've finally broken down and admitted that I've got enough issues to give gift subscriptions to the entire planet for Christmas, and am going to get help, but no, not so much...

First - I've been invited to write for the editorial section of this website - I even get my own column - I know! My. Own. Column. Could I be more excited? Probably not. But here's the thing, everyone who contributes to this site is super amazing and talented (why would they ask me to join them? I don't know, I can only assume that they've adopted me as their Christmas charity case) and now I need something to write about for my inaugural column - thoughts?

Second - go check out my new renter, Chatty, she's been on my blogroll for a while and if you haven't checked her out before, you should now. I want to her her when I grow up.

If you help me out, I'll send you some spritz cookies. I had to make spritz cookies, because it's not Christmas without those yummy, flaky, buttery, almond-y spritz cookies and the recipe always makes about 7 million and I can't eat all of those... well, I could, but then I wouldn't be able to fit into my rhinestoned jeans (and that would be such a shame).