One of the things that keeps me blogging every single day of 2011 is the witty comments my readers leave.
Ya’ll are some witty folk.
But yesterday I was so struck by the wit that affronted me from the unassuming position at the bottom of my post yesterday about how I really wanted to start seeing thunderstorms if I’m going to be bogged down with all this ridiculous rain. In it, I included a tidbit about my Emergency Glow Sticks that I have ready just for the occasion that I’m blessed with an awesome lightning crack and a power out.
A fellow blogger, pegoleg, left the following comment:
“When Mother Nature picks up the gauntlet you just threw down, at least you’ll be prepared.
Because your emergency plan is glow sticks, right? If the power goes out, that’s what you’re going to count on to see you through. What, you couldn’t find any fireflies? The store was out of sparklers?”
Actually, it wasn’t bold. Or italicized. You know, to be fair.
Pegoleg just happens to be a well-deserving Freshly Pressed Triple Crown holder. And though that sort of makes her sound like a race horse, I actually mean she tends to write amusing and unique posts that WordPress features because she’s amusing. And groovy. And because she’s taken the time to bless me with her sarcasm, and because I follow any post idea I can get these days, I have decided to compose this open letter.
I would like to begin by thanking you for your comment. By you leaving a note at the bottom of my posts, it makes it seem like sometimes people actually stop by my site and read it. Which, although it may not be necessarily true, is a facade that I can happily keep up thanks to your frequent comments.
I would like to use the body of my letter to address your questions because your inquiries are dear to me and I want to see to it that your curiosities are satisfied. Also, because as I said above, it’s day hundred-and-something in 2011 and I’ve removed my filter for whether or not to pursue a blog idea immediately.
Now I just do it before bed, schedule it for morning, and wake to reap the consequences.
In my defense, there is such a thing as “Emergency Glow Sticks”. And while it seems like a silly child’s toy for a late night parade, I assure you that the glow sticks that have amassed beneath my kitchen sink are no small potatoes. They are super charged, super bright, 12-hour glow sticks and they will not be mocked. After you crack and shake them, they continue to slowly and discreetly release a faint hiss that makes me concerned about the reaction that caused the eye-blinding neon liquid to form. In fact, I just cracked one to check the validity of my claim, and aside from the usual hyperbole you’ve come to expect from me, this is all totally accurate. Because I kind of don’t know where I’m going to put it for the next 11.95 hours.
I’m not quite sure what you use in your home in the event of disaster. We’re fresh out of oil and torches, so I thought it best to stash the glow sticks in their absence. This is indeed the extent of my disaster plan. Well, these and a pretty complex blanket fort.
I would stash fireflies and sparklers, but unfortunately they don’t come out until summer.
I hope that this helps clear things up. If you have any further questions or concerns, you know where to find me. And as always, thank you so much for stopping by.
Puppies and Sprinkles,