Out of the closet she comes....

Take a deep breath mom, it's not that closet and it's not about me....

A few weeks ago, after months of discussion, my BFF told me she was finally ready for other people to learn that she had a blog. To help with that I promised make her blog available on my blog roll. To be followed, after a few weeks, with a posting that would direct traffic my favorite post of hers. With out further adieu I direct your attention to Compulsive Procrastination

While her post is very.........uh.........succinct.........in explaining "The Deal", I figure a bit of further explanation might be in order.

"The Deal" came into existence due to the mentioned conversation with Megatha, who hates to clean her house. I promised that if she she found me the "man of my dreams", who fit all of my requirements, AND he was willing to marry me, then I would move in next store and clean her house every day for the rest of my life. There was also the implied benefit that if I moved in next door she would have immediate access to my rather extensive library. This would also save me on shipping costs. Word got around, mostly because the whole idea makes me laugh, and now various friends have been offered "the Deal", along with my Dad, my sisters, and my grandmother (cuz she's cool like that).

And to make my BFF chuckle:
Remember..........It's not just having the mace; it also requires finding a place to keep the Mace. ;)