The proudest moment of my blogging career came about a week after Noah was born. My blog was little more than stream-of-consciousness ramblings and hastily uploaded baby pictures. (Uh. Which is SO DIFFERENT THAN WHAT IT IS NOW. Pffffft.) Some days the words hit the screen without ever really registering in my brain.
Then a reader emailed to let me know that Dave Barry had linked to something I'd written a couple weeks before on his blog. DAVE BARRY, PEOPLE. (It might have been his assistant, but still. Close enough!) I checked my stats and oh my very holy crap. There was an extra comma in my hits.
You know what'd I'd written about that morning? Thrush. Itching. Burning. About getting my nipples painted purple by my lactation consultant. So at the very least, a good portion of those million or so people who followed the Dave Barry link presumably clicked back over to the home page and ta da! Let me introduce you to my yeast-infected breasts. I call the left one Hootie.
So. Here's my dilemma: do I do the very same thing (albeit on a much MUCH smaller scale) to another nice unsuspecting blogger who wrote a painfully familiar and funny post about her own Giant Purple Hooters?
Hmm. I don't know. Whatever should I do?