sweet mother

To Sweet Mother with Love

I am not one to toot my own horn. In fact I could barely toot that trumpet I played in the school band with those lovely braces on my teeth and my uncontrollable giggling at the word diaphragm. But I would like to direct my readers to one of the greatest blogs on Earth, Saturn and the Planet Formerly Known as Pluto: Sweet Mother

For the last couple of weeks, Sweet Mother has chosen one of her regular readers–Reggies–to profile and bestow love and praise because she is her name. And today, she chose me: Reggie Profile #4

She did this because I sent her a doctored photo of Samantha Brick, the woman who is trying to get a book deal struggles with over beauty and said it was me:

Yes that is a bag of Corprohagia treats on her knee.

Since she did such a nice thing for me, I’d like to return the favor by encouraging my legion of fans (the word legion now means between 10 and 20, you don’t need to look it up. Trust me, that’s what it means. Why are you going to an online dictionary?) to read her.

You may be familiar with her. She was recently Freshly Pressed with the terrific post Did My Post Suck Today? The answer is no.

She writes every day. And every day I look forward to seeing her name in my email because I know I’m in for something that is 5,000 times better than Corprohagia dog treats (and those things are good, they taste like dark Milky Ways).

You want to know how eagle feckin’ and customer service is related? Read this.

You want to learn the new name for the One Million Moms group? Read this.

You want to know what ITGMFLAA stands for? Read this.

That is all. I will put my trumpet away.