It’s still August 31, so this is officially my 300th post. I have nothing profound or funny to add to my post from earlier tonight. I just remembered what I said here and had to post one more time to make the official 300 before September 1st.
You can click this entire sentence to turn the page to my very first post.
The archives are all about me and why I march to the beat of a different drummer. Click away if you are new to IRBB, but be nice or leave. Thanks, Scarlet Hip, my new separated at birth blog friend who pimped my blog on her own “I’m not worthy” blog earlier today. What began as an avenue for me to vent privately has evolved into a very public (but still anonymous - yay!) avenue to spread the word according to Cajunvegan.
And, finally, as a brainy brunette beauty, I lurve me a funny blonde joke:
What do you call a dead blonde in a closet?
Last year’s hide and seek champ.
No worries. And love the Gerard Butler pic. You do know that I think he’s dreamy, don’t you?
Lifetime special on the way.
Of course, I think he’s dreamy. However, I am a little creeped out because my maiden name is Butler. Sweet Jebus, I hope we aren’t related.