I have incredibly poor circulation

Posted by Adam

This was proven at yesterday’s Bears game when my hands and feet turned into blocks of ice. It resulted with me yanking off my boot on the CTA and manfriend pumping my foot so blood would move around. I know, that’s hot.

I have the mind of a 12-year-old boy. On Saturday night roommate and I were hanging up some Christmas lights. We, well she, was trying to hammer a nail into the wood above the balcony doors, but it wouldn’t go in. After telling her that it was really hard wood, I slipped into a giggle fit and nearly slipped off the chair I was standing on.

You bloggers intimidate me. It’s been nearly a year since the Chicago bloggers first starting having meet-ups, but I’m still nervous when I meet some of you. Especially d-blogged, Mom in Real Life and Joy. Of course that doesn’t mean I don’t love you. It’s only because you’re so awesome. After hanging out with you multiple times, I still get nervous. How weird is that? BlogHer doesn’t scare me. The 20SB meet-up only scares me because I’m planning it and don’t want anything to go wrong. But hanging out with people I’ve known almost a year still turns my face pink. Silliness.

What don’t I know about you?

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