Come On, You Know You Want To

I'm going to direct your attention to the bottom of this blog (you know, all the way to bottom where you most likely go to turn off the music when you get here). You see, underneath the music player is, get this, a GUESTBOOK. Now, this guestbook is not new by any means. But, as you can see, it is VERY lonely. What am I passively aggressively asking you to do, you ask? Ah, well there's no subtlety here, my friend....Sign my freaking guestbook already! I see you're coming to visit (which I love and am over the moon about), just say hi. Heaven knows I'd welcome the comments, but as those don't happen nearly as much as I'd like (easy there, snide remarks), I'll make do with your signature being in my guestbook. Come on. Make me happy. :) Do it. You know you want to. :) p.s. On a completely unrelated note, McH posted a hilarious post on their blog today about our Cindy Ree's night. Check it out when you get a chance: http://bcassfam.blogspot.com/