Spent a lazy Saturday morning drinking coffee and cruising my favorite blogs. Dooce has another hilarious post featuring reader hate mail.
Getting hate mail must mean you’ve really made it in the blogosphere. It’s all very nice that your stories about kids and dogs are so well-written and funny they attract legions of regular readers, but it’s their power to provoke others into apparently uncontrollable fits of jealous rage that really spells success.
And all I’ve received are a bunch of really nice comments.
Where’s MY hate mail? Doesn’t my blog rate a little enmity, too? Huh? Huh?!
It’s uppityrib@yahoo.com, bitches!
Anti Christ IS RULE!!!!
BAD RELGION!
There, there’s your hate comment for the day.
Music to my ears!
God, I hate this blog. I’m so sick of having it saved on my computer and checking it daily. How irritating!
You wish is my command. I am forwarding a link to Chicklet this very moment…
Careful what you wish for! (This would make me some kind of evil godmother, huh?!)
Kaydee, I think that was a year’s worth of hate mail right there!
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