Check it out...You'll be glad you did!

[Photo by Jenny Lawson, http://www. thebloggess.com]

Okay so I think everybody in America has read Jenny Lawson's blog about the metal chicken, Beyonce and teaching her husband the reason one shouldn't mess with a woman when her mind is set on buying something.

Maybe, like me, you bookmarked the blog because you felt laughing seemed to be a lot better way to keep a doctor away than eating a boatload of apples. Last night I checked what was happening over at thebloggess.com and was not disappointed. I swear the woman tickles my funny bone over and over again. I was not expecting the serious message. And you won't either when you start watching the video and Jenny is talking about the Zombie Apocalypse. But stick with it and you'll be moved beyond your expectations.

I have to admit, I'm seriously jealous of Jenny's success. Her ability to write (and speak), the way she can toss the "F" word around like she is not afraid of having her mouth washed out with soap, and the way she faces her fears. Did I mention her humor?

I continue to be amazed at the places the blogosphere can take us.

Today I'm grateful for laughter, for overcast skies, for walks on the beach and for never in my life meeting up with a real-life zombie.

Wishing for you something that makes you smile,
Merry ME

P.S. Is real-life zombie an oxymoron?

Comments

Cinderella said…
The Blogess made me laugh - Iread a couple of her posts. A good chuckle always puts me in a good mood!

Happy Friday to you, Merry!
July 15, 2011 at 2:16 PM
Anonymous said…
The Blogess is hysterical - I had to read more so scrolled down and laughed the whole way.ld
July 17, 2011 at 12:14 AM
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