"Try to look sophisticated."
A friend of mine (and one of the loyal, six readers of this blog) wrote me a thank you letter recently. (She did NOT need to do this -I write thank you letters only when I think my mother is watching. Who am I kidding? I don’t even write thank you notes to HER. She hates me.) Anyway, this Organized RockStar (something I certainly am NOT) wrote this in the note: “It was great hanging out with your crazy-a** self.”
How much do I love this? I ADORE it. I’m certainly proud to be crazy-a**ed. It’s worked for me for as long as I can remember, as another friend who has known me from elementary school can attest. According to him, I’ve been a “dork” for decades. (And he’s not wrong. He has many stories to back this up.)
Only a crazy-a**ed dork would feel compelled to share this on her blog. And the people who talk about it and call me on it are some of my best friends.
Are you crazy a**ed? Do you act like a complete spaz? Do you hang your head after you behave this way -or do you embrace your spastic-ness and not care what others think?
Here’s to us all -onward!
Only people who are true ‘crazy a**ed’ dorks can embrace it as well and dignified as you. YOU ARE THE BEST ‘crazy a**ed dork’ I’ve ever met and I’m proud to call you my friend!
I’m pretty sure you’re getting paid to say this.
And I almost tagged you in this post because you have to deal with my crazy-a**-self almost as much as the LOML. And that’s a LOT!
(Thanks dear. I’ll be crazy-a**ed with you any day.)
You know I love it.
Takes one to know one.
xoxo
I know you are, but what am I?!? (Thanks for EVERYTHING, dear!)