Take it away………or off – I think ‘off’ is more accurate
Hello, how are you? Me? I’m doing fine, thank you for asking. I’m here today to ramble some incoherent words on Ladycakes’ behalf. You see, she once asked me to write a guest post here. I agreed, but I don’t think she knows what she has gotten herself in to. I ramble. I don’t make sense. I say (type?) whatever comes to mind. My filter doesn’t always work. Those things are intensified when I’m on my second cup of coffee, which has almost entirely been consumed. Hehe… On with the madness!
Recently, WordPress’ sexiest blogger with more than two eyes put out an open call for all bloggers to blog naked. She is so serious about this endeavor that she made some extravagant blog bling to go along with it.
Ladycakes, determined to get in on the nudity but unable to due to her child and easily offended cat, opted to aspire to blog naked instead. Basically, she really wants to, but doesn’t want to frighten her child and kitty. Or scar them for life. Perhaps even both. So she received special treatment. Like getting a trophy for participating without participating. I’m not sure how that works.
I understand where she is coming from, though. Seeing a parent nude can have horrible ramifications for a child. I have no idea why, though. We’re all naked underneath our clothes. I bet you are, too, dearest reader. Although, I accidentally saw my mom naked once. It freaked me the hell out. So maybe she’s on to something after all.
What it would do to a kitty I have no idea. When I did have a cat it just kind of sat around all diva-like, unimpressed with everything she saw. Including when we changed in front of her. So whether she was impressed, frightened, or found it hilarious is unknown to me because cats can’t talk. Didn’t know that, did you? See? You learned something here today. You can thank me later.
In order to help Ladycakes out, I decided that I would blog naked here in her stead. I can do this because there are nights when my children are with their mothers and I’m home alone. All by myself. With no one else there. And you know what that means, right?
Ugh! No, perverts! Do you think about your mother with that mind? Good grief. What it actually means is that means I can blog naked! Woohoo!!!
Then, I’ll reblog this on my blog and then I’ll have blogged naked on not one, but two blogs.
So, how do you know that I’m really blogging naked and that I’m not sitting at my desk at work and just lying about it? Well, you can either take my word for it or…..I’ll just hafta show you. You know how the saying goes, right? Pics, or it didn’t happen. Well, it happened.
Yes, I know I have my shoes and helmet on. The helmet must stay on. If the Emperor finds out it is me who is actually writing on Stuphblog it might end badly for me. Force lighting or force choke? Neither sounds like a good way to go. And the shoes? Well, my feet were cold. Sorry.
Anyhow, there you are, dearest Ladycakes. Your blog now hosts a naked blogger. You can sport the “I blog naked” blog bling on your blog without lying. Wear it with pride.
You’re quite welcome.