For the second post in a row, I’m winging it at the last minute. For normal people, this wouldn’t be a big deal, but I’m a girl who plans. I go on vacation and pack for all possible weather scenarios. We go anywhere on the weekend and I’ve got the parent survival kit with snacks, water, gum and napkins. I keep an extra shirt and a jacket in the trunk of my car “just in case.” Well, you get the idea. I prepare.
I’m writing this on Thursday night for a Friday morning publish and I should’ve gone to bed an hour ago. This last-minute post writing is a rush; it’s like I’m skydiving without the terror of bearing down on land, praying the guy who packed the parachute was having a great day. Tomorrow, I may feel like I did plummet to earth, but with any luck, chocolate will save me. If it lets me down, I’ll just curl up under my desk 😉
On Wednesday night, I made a few minor changes to my non-guest post with plans to post here today. Once again, that post got yanked from the line up because of an unexpected surprise: an email from another blog friend, eagerly suggesting that we swap posts. Yes, it’s true: someone felt sorry for my outcast post and wanted to give it a home on their blog.
A few emails back and forth and the details were worked out. This person offered a post for my blog which meets my stringent guesting requirements (PG rated) and has agreed to post mine without editing. (Does this person really know what they’re getting into???)
The swap is supposed to take place next Wednesday. I won’t announce the post title ahead of time in case something happens. I’m not superstitious, but I don’t want to jinx it, either. Just in case, I’ve brought along a few things…
There. That ought to do it 🙂
I’m excited about this new development (and I’m resisting the urge to reference the old cliché about doors opening and closing. That would elicit a “groan heard ‘round the world.”) We are going with a new post title that the other person picked out, but it’s the same general idea as the previous one. This means I have some changes to make to match the new theme.
Oh, don’t worry curious people – I won’t cut out the “controversial” parts. With all this hype, I suspect there is going to be disappointment rivaling that of Dallas fans after discovering an entire season was just a dream. (I may have just dated myself here, but for those of you who weren’t born yet, Dallas was a prime-time soap opera that aired in the eighties. The nineteen-eighties, in case there was any confusion.)
Not that I want to offend the masses, but I am a bit curious if any eyebrows will be raised…or crinkled into disapproving frowns.