Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Stalkers, Come Find Me

I like to pretend that I am invisible on the web.  Kind of like a fairy.

Just floating around, sprinkling my humor and creative moments here and then, but very elusive.

You're never sure where I'll show up or when.  No address or phone number.  Just an email address and everyone thinks I live in the blogosphere.

I don't fly though, much to k-ster's chagrin.

And I don't have a high pitched fairy voice. 

I don't give my phone number and mailing address out on my blog and I try not to list names of specific places that would give away my New England address.

If you're really stalking me, you've lined up all the clues and you already know where I live and you're probably looking through my windows right now.  Isn't this outfit sexy?

If not, here's a little more information to help you out.

I've been hosting a French club for adults for 6 years and we just had our 6th "birthday". Through no effort of my own, a reporter from the local paper contacted me out of the blue to do an article about us.  Here it is!  I was pretty excited because in the 6 years I've hosted this group, we've had 3 different media sources come and do write ups!

She isn't from around here, so all of what I told her was new and unknown to her.  She also spoke French which was kind of interesting because she really "got" why we meet.

I was thrilled to talk to her about what we do.  I didn't share this story, though.  And I made another cake that wasn't quite like this, but it wasn't much better.

I might as well have shared them all because every looney tune around has contacted me today.

I couldn't keep it to myself and just had to share it with all of you.

Isn't there some saying about not being able to keep a secret and it leading to one's demise?

So, it won't be hard for you to come get me now, all you stalker types.

Though I do recommend waiting until July.  It's a most lovely time of year for us here.

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