You people crack me up. I feel guilty that the comments are often better than the actual post, but I love it! And? It’s often really hard to decide how many to include. My laziness often makes that decision for me.

From Not Parallel Play

Knudsey

I don’t like batman either, those rich types think they can do what they like.

From June Peep

Krissa

Hey, I can relate to all poop stories, as living with an 86 year old, constipated, invalid, woman has taught me that EVERYTHING REVOLVES AROUND THE POOP. By the way, you keep me in stitches…even with all the, ahem, shit going on over here. (pardon the pun)

Jenny

Mylifeasmomma says . “I hear when you get old that the highlight of your day is when you go poop.” Are you kidding? The highlight to MY day is when I poop!!! When I’m 86 having a bm will probably move me to complete enlightenment. And I hear eating baked apples has a similar affect.

From Ask Witchypoo

LCeeL

Is everybody naked?

Memarie Lane

Well you certainly read my uterus.

From Sattiday in Maine

The Overthinker

I just typed a long comment and then my computer froze and I lost it. And let me tell you Witchy, it was pure genius. High-caliber humor. Funniness to the 10th power. You’re just going to have to trust me on this, it was going to be the best comment ever. Peep-tastic, if you will. Or, maybe I’m lying and all I did was post my time of 2:05.

From Just Lazy

Christy

I have blog-arrhea. Every time I do anything it seems blog-worthy. Then I READ it, and it’s like cyber-anesthesia. Oh Jesus. Now I want to blog about my blog bulemia…. HELP!!!

From Smite Me

Ass Burger Boy

I just want to tell you that his microphone would be a Suppository if he smacked me and refused to get it out of my face. Can’t stand people like that.

Nan

I just wanna tellya, Oh Lord, that made me giggle. And Lo, now I can stop feeling sorry for myself and go to sleep, yea, and possibly not wake up with the flu tomorrow, Oh Lord. Cause I just wanna tellya, Jesus, laughter is the best medicine. AMEN!

And the winnah is…

Texas Poppet

And the male congregates awoke with much oogling and gaping with awe as they beheld the sight of Witchypoos ta-tas and the just and righteous hands of their good wives did smite them in the pews. Praise be.

From Peep Award

The Overthinker quips:

This is easily my most favoritest blog to comment on. I seriously love your readers, Witchy–I’m jealous Congrats, Kristabella!! You dirty woman, you. P.S. I’m fairly certain the boob-shock wasn’t the weirdest part of the moment. Moreover, it was probably the odd butt-clenching that it prompted. Yup–naked cleaning with boob shock and involuntary butt-clenching is mighty-fine. Mighty-fine.

Talina admits:

Well, I missed quite a bit while I was away huh? House cleaning naked? Sounds good to me! I already blog naked. What? I need to air dry after the shower keeps my skin from drying out!

From Dollhouse

The Over Thinker waxes on her childhood:

Unreal! The time it must take to put something like that together! Listing with the Realtor? Smart cookie, that one. Growing up, I always wanted a Barbie Dream House. My parents wanted me to be more resourceful. Clearly, they hated me. They gave me five empty shoe boxes and some scotch tape and cotton balls and said, “Build It.” Oh…and I built it. Logistically, I turned all the boxes on their wide sides so the rooms could be large (not high ceiling-ed). Each room looked like a snow-storm. Because furniture and carpet made out of cotton balls? Yeah–each room looked like a snow drift out of The Shining. So, Barbie’s “tall” (about 10″?) and the ceiling height of my “rooms” was about 4″… Basically, it looked like I had created about 9 themed coffins for Barbie—all taped together. Does she want a snack? Barbie can go lay down in the kitchen-coffin! Is Barbie tired? She can head to her boudoir and have an (eternal) slumber in the bedroom-coffin!

Warrior Woman:

Question: did that plastic cat in the kitchen give you an allergic reaction when you played with it?

Kelly:

Reading your post made me think of the doll house I had as a child. My family wasn’t well off but my mother was very creative and resourceful. She found an old bookcase with two shelves and turned it into my openfaced dollhouse. Never mind that there weren’t any stairs, my dolls hung out in style in either the kitchen, living room or the bedroom. She also made me homemade furniture out of jewelry boxes and scraps of old clothing. It was one of my favorite toys for many many years until we passed it on to another lucky little girl.

ALF

Wow - that really is amazing. I don’t think I could convince Doug to play dollhouse with me. He would probably be busy watering the dirt or something…

Catatonickid may have a buyer:

That’s too cool! Such delicate work, all those miniature accouterments of a past gone by. It makes me want to invite someone round for High Tea or some similar nonsense. I may have to put my friend’s moderately mad Mother onto that doll house. She big time collects and makes them, and she’d go bananas in purest adoration.

From The Queen:

Knudsey quips:

Its yer birthday today? I did ask you when it was ha! now i know. I’d send you a present but i don’t do giving presents I’m a taker not a giver. You were a wild one back in the day, when I was that age I was doon pit or digging ditches to support a family of 10. I hardly knew the family but they threatened to break my legs if I didn’t do it. I suppose being called a Queen is better than being called a mother.

Angella says:

Holy hotness, Batman! And how does everyone else know it’s your birthday? I think I need to cut back my Diet Coke consumption. Happy Birthday!!

Warrior Woman, always witty:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY. You’re older than dirt now, and like all real-estate, you appreciate with age. You’re not closer to the grave, you’re more valuable now than you ever were. I’m glad to know you. You look hot in that picture by the way, good to see that you haven’t changed much since then. And great story.

From Bingo:

Moo:

I adore BINGO! and I go with my mom. We mock everyone else there and yes, we get the Stare Of Death from those around us … which just makes us laugh even more. When you go consistenly to bingo and don’t win, it’s extremely frustrating. But whenever we DO win, it’s SUPER exciting!

More from Knudsey:

I saw a sign for ‘extreme bingo’ I wonder just how dangerous it is.

Coast Rat says:

TOO FUNNY! Plums, prunes… at least you added some excitement to the place that evening. It’s pretty neat that ABB volunteered to accompany you.

And the winnah is… (cracked me up big time with the visual)

Ree, aka Hot:

I remember when I was constipated, my mother used to feed me plums while I was sitting on the toilet!

After much nagging (by moi) to move from the evil blogspot to WordPress, my blog buddy,Memarie Lane bit the bullet and packed her posts and comments over to her own domain name.

Only problem with that is that she lost her Google Page Rank. So we need to remedy that. Yes, it was my bad, but you all can help. She’s having herself a great housewarming giveaway contest thing with lots of cool prizes.

See the pretty button on the sidebar? You could win one of your own choosing. It probably wouldn’t say Memarie Lane because that wouldn’t be your blog, but hey, you get my drift, dontcha?

A blog header is also up for grabs, and I do love me some blog headers. Also, some pretty cool books. You just get yourself over there and enter her contest, and you can not only help her page rank, but maybe win yourself some cool schwag.

Also? Tell her how pretty it looks over there, because it does. And the same talented designer who made her blog so pretty is offering the button and header. Cool huh?

What are you waiting for? Make sure you tell her I sent you. Scoot!

I know I’ve been a slacker with the Peep of the Week Awards lately, so this one will have to be a Peep of the last three weeks. Bite me. Plus, I’m just taking the comments from one post. Bite me again. They were awesome.

From Naked Housework

Warrior Woman emergences from her food allergy torture to cough this one up:

Coding is a scary word for me. In my head it means I’ve gone into cardiac arrest.

Zoe voiced all of our sentiments:

man i was so hopeful for a knudsen comment in there. darn it all. huh. i have never cleaned naked…some how i don’t think this is a good time to start!

The Over Thinker shares her cleaning experiences:

Well crap. I just typed up a nice long comment and then I got an error message b/c I apparently can’t remember to put and @ symbol in my e-mail address. I can’t remember all I typed, but I had mentioned that I no longer clean naked-as-a-jay hawk as I used to b/c, hand-to-God: Once I was dusting the TV and my boob came in contact with the screen and I got a shock. A SHOCK. Now I just clean “nearly-naked”.

Evil Woobie adds a practical note:

You got me on the naked thing and I can totally relate! Living alone made me prone to never donning clothes when I do housework or real work on the PC. I am allergic to laundry see… if I dont put on clothes, I wont wash anything. Simple life. I wear an apron when I cook though. ^_^

Knudsey tells it like it is:

I do my hoosework naked and now I’m barred from the laundrette.

Nan adds a bit of island flavour:

Oh, I clean the bathroom naked and Sean is often naked or in his drawers at home. I bought a loud bell recently to install on the path to our house, and we are going to put a sign under it that says “Please Ring Bell In Case We Are Naked!” because people are always walking into our house unannounced. “CLANG!!” “Are ya naked?”

Maybe they would stop visiting if my house was really, really clean? That would be bad. Another good reason for dog hair and clutter!

Dawn made me giggle. She’s pithy:

hm. I would be sweeping the floor with mah boobs. Unintentionally.

Marmarburg has her say:

I am a clean freak. I wish I wasn’t. Maybe it will wear off one day.
And I never cleaned the house naked. My husband is already a hornball. I try not to leave any open invite to him.

And the winnah is…

Kristabella cracked me up:

That must be my problem. The image in my head is utter filth. I’m guessing that is why I can’t get off my lazy ass and clean my house.

If you haven’t seen or heard of the Perfect Post Award before, you need to get over to see Suburban Turmoil or Petroville for their list of submissions each month. It’s something like Five Star Friday, but it’s once a month.

For the month of May, I chose Memarie Lane for her post Dear Googler. I’ve written a few search term posts, but hers had me smiling in admiration of her wit. And I never thought to write a letter to Googlers about it. Because she’s pregnant now, she addresses what to ask a pregnant woman. You should go over there and admire her new self-hosted self and blog duds. And read the post.

Check it out. It’s small but mighty, and it wants to sit on your sidebar, Marie.

But wait! There’s a lovely award I received from Laura of I am the Diva. Finally, something that’s about me, heh, heh.

I want to send this to Knudsey because I miss his comments. Even though he called me a tech head more interested in buttons and swirly things, he couldn’t see the comments on my site. Too bad he’s too thick to click on the permalink (That’s the title of each post) . Clicking it will bring the comments section up. I’m still messing with the code. It seems that IE6 is being mean to me.

Next, my cyber bitch, Zoe, because you have to drape your bitch in bling if you want to keep her. She’s the best! See? You must praise your bitch. I loves me some Zoe.

Veronica, who is adorable, and writes hilarious posts about mouse schwackers. She is very diligent in responding to her comments. I wish I were, but sometimes I get buried in code and can’t speak a full sentence.

Which reminds me. I have been coding on four different sites this week, and mine still needs to be coaxed into compliance with the evil Internet Explorer 6. I guess the cobbler is the last to get new shoes, huh?