Apparently I’ve confused some of my readers because of my nom de plume when leaving a comment. I find this most interesting. I didn’t realize I would be so missed. I realize there needs to be some explanation as to why I was no longer signing my real name to my comments and this is a short one. The stalker was at it again and I felt the need to stymie her in some way. I think I may have stymied some of you. I sincerely apologize for that. I promise it won’t happen again.
This brings me to the question of the day. Why am I missed? Is it for my rapier wit, my beguiling, yet oh so subtle humor? Is it for my bedazzling smile? (No, it can’t be that. I only put my real picture on there recently.) So what is your fascination with the greatness of me? I am perplexed by this. Let’s look into this a bit further.
My children definitely do not hold me in such high regard. After all, I told them no for most of their lives. I still do on occasion. And they still look at me with less than loving eyes. I have ruined them you see. They do seem to regain their feelings of exaltation when in my presence, so I believe their disappointment in me is short lived. You can understand why I’m sure.
My husband really has never put me on a pedestal, so he really does not count in the grand scheme of things. He usually regards me as a nuisance. One with which he must endure in order to not admit defeat. It is his loss though.
I may have figured it out. You love me for my sarcasm. And I accept that. Never mind my obvious intelligence my sarcasm is an awesome thing to behold. I know. I get to drown in it every day. From the time I lift my head from my Egyptian cotton covered pillow in the mornings to when I lay my head back down on said pillow, I bathe in the warm light that shines upon me. The light that is known as Christy’s Wonderland. Never fear my dear legions, I will forever be known as Christy in comments.