Is a book. I know it's a book. I just don't know which one, and I have to wait a month to find out. It's a holiday gift-for me, from Jay-that I found in the closet. (We are partial to plain brown wrapping around here.)
The quote below it comes from my first truly negative, directed at me, comment. For whatever reason, I don't get many negative comments around here. Maybe it's because I shy away from talking about anything too controversial, but I would like to think it's because the blog circles I travel in are filled with well mannered folk. If I say something that someone disagrees with, they'll either politely state their disagreement, or just move on.
I learned something this weekend: I don't mind the occasional negative comment. It livens things up a bit.
If you want to read the comment I'm referencing, it's at the end of this post, as is my response. I don't think I'll be making it a point to respond to nasty comments (who has that kind of time?) but I felt the need to do so with this particular one because I take my honesty very seriously. I think anyone who has read this blog for more than five minutes is aware that I will tell the truth to the point of embarrassing myself. Now bitter? Yes, I'm bitter. But the reasons for that are innumerable.