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Impromptu Guest Post



Now before I let all y'all to the above, I have to let you hear his side of the story. Without further ado here is Mr. No More Bacon himself:

It seems as though there was a mix-up at the factory and the post that I was supposed to have my team of worker bees put up on Wednesday ended up getting pushed back until Thursday. Lazy Bees!

Just so you know that when you look up The Guy Who Would Forget His Ass If It Weren’t Attached in the dictionary there is a great big picture of me. On an unrelated note, if you find a dictionary that has a listing for The Guy Who Would Forget His Ass If It Weren’t Attached I’d love to buy a copy from you. Hey, I’ve never seen myself in a book before.
This is the part of the post where I quit blabbering and simply offer my sincerest of apologies for the mishap earlier this week.
I’m sorry!

NOW you can enjoy the guest post from JBS over at my place. Click this link, I promise her awesome post will be found there.

-NoMoreBacon


This is NOT an April Fool's Joke! Yesterday was an unwitting one. That being said, I have to emphasize that this is my first guest post. Ever. I didn't check with NMB about WHEN he was planning to publish my post. Just when he needed it. So . . . it really is my fault. Douse the fires. It's probably even my fault, and a wee bit embarassing. So will you put out the torches, Please?

*photo by Eileen Sandá*

Comments

  1. I will be at the national air and space museum and possibly at a rendezvous with MrsFatass. I love all of you (really I do) but I'm unable to comment and respond to you per usual. I'll hopefully catch you later and you won't be mean and cold. (please?)

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  2. Pssha! It's all good! Have fun in DC (you aren't that far from me...but I'm at work...BOO!). And be careful of that MrsFatass, she crazy, and by crazy, I mean awesome, much like you. HOly crap, so much awesome!

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  3. That was a very fun post! I like the whole guest appearance thing :)

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  4. Lucky you in my 2 favorite places in the world: North Carolina with Bullock's and DC where my baby girl is!

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  5. It sounds like you are having some fun play time! I love it, we all need a little break and I sure hope you got to visit with MrsFatass.

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  6. Fun post!:-)
    Sounds like you are having a great time-enjoy!
    I'll look forward to hearing from you when time permits.

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