(photo by Tricia’s husband Ben)
The other day, after I helped my famous Uncle Paul set up his new blog, Redneck Latte, (which you should totally go read just as soon as you’re done here, cause he’s hilarious!) he did a very nice thing and ordered me a fruit bouquet. You know, fruit cut to be shaped like like a bouquet of flowers. Which is a genius idea and was very thoughtful of Uncle Paul. The bouquet had cantaloupe, honeydew, pineapple, and chocolate-covered strawberries, which I may or may not have immediately eaten five of as soon as I ripped the cellophane off. But anyhoo, after I received it, Uncle Paul called me to tell me he had a very interesting conversation with the woman who worked at the fruit bouquet place. It went something like this:
Fruit Bouquet Lady: What do you want on the card?
Uncle Paul: “Thanks for all your help. U-P”
Fruit Bouquet Lady: What does U-P stand for?
Uncle Paul: Uncle Paul
Fruit Bouquet Lady: Uncle Paul? Like the blog?
Uncle Paul: Uh…yeah. I guess you read Mommin’ It Up?
Fruit Bouquet Lady: Yeah! Did you start your blog yet?
Uncle Paul: Um…yeah. I started it yesterday!
Needless to say, Uncle Paul was pretty stunned. But the point of this conversation is…we’re flippin’ FAMOUS!! Some random lady at the fruit bouquet place READS OUR BLOG! (Please, fruit bouquet lady, step up and identify yourself! We want to know who you are!)
I was so excited about this blogtastic reader sighting that I waited until the next night to tell Emily about it so I could tell her in person. Because we are big dorks, we practically jumped up and down with glee! It is quite gratifying to know that someone other than my mom reads us and knows who we are!
So, since we are like, suuuuper famous and SUCH a big deal, Emily and I decided we really needed to commemorate our fame in a very tangible way. Like by pretending to put our hand prints in the dirt in front of the Tom’s Corn Maze sign, since they haven’t invited us to the Hollywood Walk of Fame yet (although I am checking my email frequently for that invite, ’cause I KNOW it’s coming!)
So next time you see us, if we’re acting like we’re a little big for our britches, well, you’ll know why. Not because I’ve upped my Hershey bar intake or Emily’s fallen off the Weight Watchers wagon. Rather, because of a good old-fashioned ego boost. We’re now pretty much convinced that we are like the First Family of the blogosphere. Kind of like the Baldwin Brothers are in Hollywood, you know. Except we’re female, and we’re cousins, and there’s only two of us, and we’re both successful instead of just one of us…wait…where was I going with this?
Oh, right, we’re COOL! Tell your friends!
