My cousins are developing their Twitter following so they can tell a butt load of people how cool you are.
Hey thanks for being awesome and sharing your thoughts. I can’t wait to read it so I can +1 you, argue violently with you or think really hard about what you said. And yeah, all of that gets me more than a little excited.
I searched and searched for the best way to thank you for all of this. And then it came to me: My cat as Ryan Gosling. And yes my cat does great impressions. So here he is doing his thing:
“Hey girl, when you comment on Betsy’s blog, I’m just blown away by how insightful you are. It makes me want to pour you some red wine, tell you how pretty you are and give you a dozen roses. You’re just that good. So take the rest of the day off while I draw you this bath and listen to you tell me why every single tourism organization should be on Foursquare.”
Yeah, my cat knows how to talk dirty. I rent him out for parties if you need that little extra oomph.
I can’t really follow any of this up, so I’ll just say…
(I can totally do the dance for this song. Yeah, I know you’re jealous.)