Like A Lemon To A Lime A Lime To A Lemon

I am busy drinking too much and sunning myself in the Dominican Republic this week. Internet access is sparse and let's be honest, any time I spend on the internet is reserved for harassing my mom and Shawn's mom for puppy updates. Sooo ... in lieu of guest posters (because clearly I am not cool enough for guest posters) I have written about the bloggers I love and set my blog to post a new one daily. We all know that technology is not my strong point so I'm hoping I don't come home to find that my blog has imploded. Have a great week, peeps!

Lemon Gloria's blog name is a variation of her porn name. This alone made me love her. (And made me very jealous that I didn't think of it first. Two L's Please could have been Smudgie Chateau. If only.)

Lisa makes me laugh my ass off or breaks my heart. Reading her blog, you get the feeling that she feels big (not size-wise, dumbasses, I know better than to insult a pregnant lady); she loves big, she hurts big, she fears big. If I had to describe her writing in one word, it would be "raw." I don't mean raw as in rough or crude (though she does swear like a sailor) or unrefined. I mean raw emotion, raw humour, raw feeling. (The word raw has just lost meaning to me. Does that happen to you? You type or say a word too many times and then all of a sudden you're all "Huh. That looks funny. What does that mean?")

Further proof that Lemon Gloria is fucking fabulous:

I feel like I understand her crazy, as much as anyone can really understand another person's crazy. And when I emailed her to tell her how much of a creepy fanboy I am? She didn't run away in fear.

While wedding planning last year, she had to deal with some "fuckity fucks." Her revenge? Peeing in an out-of-the-way corner of the uppity historical venue. Okay that's a lie. She didn't pee in a corner but she did think about peeing in a corner and she blogged about it. And that's the important thing, right? Blogging about outrageous things to make your readers laugh?

She thinks that babies should be hatched from eggs instead of pushed out of ladies' fancy parts.

She believes there is no such thing as too much cheese.

And my personal favourite; she called her unborn son an asshole. And meant it.

Dear Lisa,
You are hilarious. That is all.
Love Hillary