I love it when Rhonda reads my blog. It goes something like this: I'll be sitting at my desk, hard at work on something very important, and Rhonda will start the following conversation:
Rhonda: "This is a great picture of Portland."
Me, confused: "What?" (absolutely no manners)
Rhonda: "On your blog!"
Me: "Rhonda, that was like 8 months ago."
Rhonda: "I know. I should read your blog more often."
Rhonda: "Did you really hear this on the bus?"
Me: "Huh?" (note to self: learn to say things like "I beg your pardon?" and "Excuse me?")
Rhonda: "This sarcastic thing on the bus."
Me: "Rhonda, did you read the rest of the post? It's from Overheard in New York."
Rhonda: "These shoes are great, but they may be too small for a baby."
Me: "What are you talking about?"
Rhonda: "These red shoes. They're adorable."
Me: "Rhonda, I'm wearing them right now. They're not for a baby, they're for me."
Rhonda: "Oh. I thought you got baby shoes for your friend in Portland with the baby."
Me: "My friend with a baby is in Minneapolis. Dedi is my friend in Portland."
Rhonda: "Let me come see the shoes."
By the time Rhonda had finished complimenting my shoes, I had decided that I was going to start sending Rhonda a Cliff's Notes version of my blog every day.
One day after lunch, about six months from now, Rhonda's going to say something like, "Hey! I always read your blog! Why did you write this?"