I'm so super excited.
Like, for REAL excited.
Someone over at Catholic Exchange must have lost a bet or something because they sent me an email the other day and they were all like "Hey, even though you are a scatterbrain and probably not all that reasonable and I've heard you rarely shower (I'm paraphrasing here, of course.) we'd love it if you'd publish the same inane ramblings that you usually publish except do it on OUR SITE."
Which means, in plain terms, that it was pretty much one of the most exciting days of my life.
So I am officially a Catholic Exchange blogger and if you and your friends read my words there when I send you over (and even when I don't. I'm not picky.) they will pay me in real American dollars for the clacky clacky on the keyboard. Yay for real American dollars! Yay for clacky clacky!
|I mean, just check me out! And see...Cari's there too, which pretty much mean fun is taking over the world, right?|
Don't worry. You don't have to subscribe to anything new or "like" anything new or say any incantations. If I post there, I'll let you know here. And I'll even give you a link and we will all do a jig. Or at least I will.
And it'll look a whole lot like this:
I was all set to write my first post for Catholic Exchange. And by "all set to write" I of course mean "all set to stare at the computer and will some words that matter to appear since I had no ideas. Or too many ideas. I'm not sure which."
But then it happened.
Well, before it happened, this happened....
"Mom, I can't get dressed because all my pants are wet."
"Yeah, mine too."
Read the rest on my new column at Catholic exchange