Dear everyone in the world:

A few things. 

When someone sends a mass facebook message, please reply to sender only. It's kind of annoying to get 30+ dings on my phone with a message from who knows who with a random phone number or address. C'mon!

Brad Womack is The Bachelor again. I wish I hadn't read the spoilers already.

My friend SP, who I have written about before, is having a giveaway. You should check out all of the stuff she's giving away! It's like Oprah's favorite things. For Real. Do it! ...and vote for her while you're there.

I am contemplating opening a Twitter account for Ophie. No, for real. She loves to text, and sending 15 texts from Chamblee to daddy every day probably makes him really unproductive. So I figure she should Twit. Tweet, whatever.

I hear that owls are in. Actually I hear that they are on their way out, but I hear they were in. You know what's strange? I never had a thing for owls. We bought the Little Hoot set for Chamblee and her future --Lord willin'-- little brother. Because it was pretty gender neutral. Sure, they were cute, but my brother is the one who has always had a thing for owls. I guess it just caught on, and now everything Chamblee owns is owl related. I'm not complaining. They are adorable. They are apparently in. They are totally her thing. And now I do love them. I'm just sayin' to say.

Do you think my header is too big? I do. But it'll have to work for now.

I should go to bed.

Until Next Time,
The Guff