Meet the Bloggers
Last night, Matty came home from work
wondering why I had purchased another
home without consulting him first, and
more importantly, who in our circle of
friends was crazy enough to sell it to
(the girl who once viewed VISA as a magical
gift horse that granted her anything she
desired for the low price of $20 a month).
I laughed, immediately knowing one of our dear
readers had mistaken Celine's words as mine.
It filled me with pride to think this error was made
because my writing partner and I have successfully keyed
a living document so seamless in tone and quality
that it's difficult to tell where one of us ends and the other begins.
We are much alike on the screen however we do,
dear readers, have our share of differences.
Allow me to share them with you:
This is she...
...and this is me.
This is mine...
...and this is hers.
She's buying one like this and living here...
... and I live across the river from there.
We're as different as that and this...
... but alike in many ways which bring us bliss.
