Remember when you were in college, waiting for a guy to call, and you kept checking your phone to see if it was working? And you were tempted to call the phone company, but that sounded altogether too pathetic. And in reality, of course, the guy was just a douchebag who hadn’t called.

Well, this time, friends, it turns out the phone WAS broken. Or, more specifically, the comments function here at SMC had gone haywire, and none of your comments were getting to me. Luckily, one of you lovelies (thanks, K!) finally spoke up with a “Hey dude, quit blocking my comments” to let me know. All this time, I was sitting here like the nerdy girl who got ditched for prom, thinking you’d all abandoned me for some senior with a fancy car and rich parents.

So, please (pretty please?) start commenting again. Honestly, if you’re not talking back, it’s a little like I’m the crazy lady on the subway, muttering to herself about shoes. Also, know that I respond to each and every comment you leave, because I love seeing them, and hearing from you makes me so very happy. So if you ever don’t hear from me, sound the alarm, will you?

xox,
B

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