About me: I'm 42 and added another gherkin to our pickle party of a family. My husband Chuck, our 9-year-old Junior, our 6-year-old Everett, our toddler and I live in a town in Connecticut I affectionately call Mulletville Lite (aka my childhood hometown). My friends call me Nutjob, and they're right. In my husband's spare time he dresses up as a Viking and chases ghosts (and I'm the nutjob?). When I'm not busy working as a graphic designer, I lie in a ball in the corner.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Should it be a secret forever?
Hypothetically speaking, if, by some act of God, Chuck and I were able to leave Mulletville say, in the next few months, and I'd no longer be a Mulletville-ite, would you want to know the true identity of the town? Or would it be like when you read what you think is a picture-less book and you conjure up mental images of people and places, and you get to page 82 and there's a lame drawing that messes up all the cool stuff you had going on in your head? And you scream, "Noooooooooo! Betsy Bendover does not have a crooked nose and buck teeth, dammit!"
If you don't live in Connecticut or New England or the United States (hello, random reader in Finland!), I understand the information will be as intriguing as finding out that an ant chews on the left side of its mouth, not the right, but still...would you want to know? Cause some days the thought of exposing Mulletville is as delightful as the thought of mooning my boss.
P.S. Congrats to VandyJ, who won the Tommee Tippee 2-Pack Explora Truly Spill Proof Sippy Cups. Yeehaw!