very little to blog about. obviously.

Sometimes I don't know what to blog about, and nothing is happening on facebook, so I start messing with settings. I figured out how to allow anonymous comments, and also how to have comments emailed to my email account! This is very exciting. Now maybe my husband will comment on my stuff. Or maybe he'll actually blog something too.

This is such a guilt trip. Excellent.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Yay, I can type whatever I want now without people knowing who's typos those are!
February 7, 2008 at 8:44 AM
Anonymous said…
But you get these e-mailed to you?
February 7, 2008 at 8:45 AM
Anonymous said…
Don't you want to save the surprise for when you check your blog?
February 7, 2008 at 8:46 AM
Anonymous said…
Aren't you worried about your inbox filing up?
February 7, 2008 at 8:46 AM
Tiffany said…
No fears about my inbox filling up!
February 7, 2008 at 11:04 AM
Anonymous said…
Can't think of anything to blog about?
Try my tactic: Post pictures!
February 7, 2008 at 9:36 PM
Anonymous said…
To be honest though, your blogs are the best! I always look forward to checking up on what you're up to. You can make the most trivial things hilarious.

I can't help but picture you walking around your house with a camera, trying to capture the true sad life of houseplants. That's hilarious, I love it.

The day I can afford to buy a ... an ...apartment plant, I want to take a picture of it and post it. Like a "before and after" I was through with it kind of thing. See? Your blog has inspired me to do something.
February 7, 2008 at 9:44 PM
Tiffany said…
See, you could switch the before and after pictures, and pretend that it was dying when you bought it, and that you saved it . . .

Thanks for the nice comments about the blog!
February 8, 2008 at 7:14 AM
Q&L said…
you guys are crazy.
February 8, 2008 at 8:58 AM
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