I'm sitting in the Mexico City airport, where I arrived mind-numbingly early for my flight in anticipation of snarling Mexico City traffic. It's wasn't bad. So here I am, giving dirty looks to the family with the kid who is running around screaming, daring them to get on my plane. God help them if they're sitting anywhere near me.
So on the eve of the new decade, I want to take a moment to reach out to you, Dear Reader, and thank you for coming here to this blog o' mine. If you are reading this page, it means you did not find me by accident via a random Google search (recent link sources from searches: "sleep sexing," "how to chat with Mario Lopez," "Brett Novek underwear"), but instead you apparently had absolutely nothing better to do with your time other than to spend a few minutes here. I think that's marvelous, and I am glad you stopped by.
I meet HWYDD readers from time to time, and seriously it is a huge thrill. Whether you someone who leaves comments, or you just come by for kicks to read in silence, it is so cool bumping into people who appreciate my stupid jokes, my obsession with Rachel Zoe, and my incessant need for dating men who are good, but not good for me.
It's hard writing a blog about your sphere of existence when everyone you know also knows about the blog, and they freak out whenever they show up in print. So of course HWYDD isn't as in-depth as it once was. But I am having WAY too much fun to give up. I am marching on, sparkly baton a-twirl in front of me, to the beat of my own drummer. And if you choose to march along with me once in a while, I'm happy for the company.
Thanks for reading. And have a Happy New Year.