Meeting in St. Theresa Catholic Church Basement 7:00PM
Mr. B: Good Evening folks, we have a new member. Would you introduce yourself?
Me: Hello, my name is Marrdy and I am a Blog Stalker.
Everyone: Hi Marrdy.
Me: I started Blog Stalking about two years ago when my friend Suzy made her own blog. Once I clicked that little Next Blog button I couldn't stop. I stalk all day at work. I am addicted and I need help. I am so ashamed!
Mr. B: It's OK, we are here to help you. Now the first step you must take is to not check a blog ever again.
Me: WHAT? Are you nuts? How will I find out what all my friends are doing? How can I know if Heather in Arizona is doing alright. How can I not make sure that Insane Mama has not taken her daughter to the basement and tied her up until she turns 25. What if Mama's Losin' It goes on another vacation and I can't try to get in her hotel room, and what if I run into Dooce at the store (we do live in the same state you know) will I not be able to worship the ground she walks on? And what about Adiel? How can I work with her every week day and still not blog stalk her, and hear her computer ding every time I leave a comment? And Tonya's is new, what if I loose track of her adventures in California. And I just ordered a Piggy Bank from Lynn. I am sorry to waste your time.
I run screaming from the building and have now join the world of blogging. Please, please, please stalk me!