First of all…OMG.
I am seriously suffering from heart attack symptoms after seeing all of your responses to my ABP survey. My heart swelled with joy to the point of bursting. BURSTING. It was almost too much to bare. I read and reread and reread again each and every one of your comments. I finally know how the Bachelorette feels…and it is only described with one word. GOBSMACKED. And once the shockwaves had settled (and I reread your comments one more time) I came up with a little review of all you beautiful, beautiful peoples.
Your average age is 28.5 years old. The top three ages were 30, 26, then 27. Barbara the Hottie gets the Survivor award for outlasting us all (one million points to her) and Sarah is the baby of the bunch coming in at 20 years old.
You are animal lovers. I counted 61 dogs, 32 cats, 3 chickens, 4 turtles, 1 burro, some fish, frogs and cattle.
You are parents of 38 kids and 3 screaming deliveries are on the way.
The majority of you are married. And most of you included the word ‘happily’…which totally toots my horn 🙂
All but one of the comments came from gals…thanks John…give Sherry a kiss for me. Not openmouthed.
You have jobs across the board. Moms, teachers, lawyers, students, librarians, mappers, broadcasters, graphic designers, photographers, and nurses – you are a powerful force to be reckon’d with.
You love sweet tea, cinnabons, Funniest Home Videos, HGTV, lists, So You Think You Can Dance, romance novels, Lost, elephants, karaoke, painting, coffee, etsy, and blogging.
But my favorite part was the randomness. Oh yeah. You guys are quirky. And I lurve it like Hugh Grant likes making poor decisions. So I put together some of the hilarity that made me spit tea all over my monitor.
Your pets are crazy. We have one evil cat and one with a substance abuse problem, one dog who gives high 5’s and one with a conehead. You love your redheaded cows and make believe doggie sports teams. I’m not judging.
Your mates are even weirder. You have paranoid husbands, whom you met online, and fell in love while backpacking. (collective ‘awww’) They look like celebrities and don’t understand blogstalking.
You are an international bunch. Born in Germany, raised in the rainforest, live in Australia, take trips to Egypt, and have family in the Dominican Republic.
Your toes are funkier than Cool Medena. Crossed toes, big toes, parking spaces between toes…Tanner on the Bachelorette would be repulsed by you. Me? I think you are toe-up 🙂
You are scared of toilets, sleeping with hot feet, and the Zombie Apocalypse.
You are passionate about bacon. Bacon bandaids, bacon vodka, bacon donuts, bacon rollups, bacon cupcakes, bacon with mashed turnips…you people know what’s up. To a point where cholesterol tests are forced upon you by your mate. Thatta girl 🙂
You dream about owning your own furniture store, your own consulting business, working in long term care, and owning a Daisy Duke jeep.
You are a master-cleansing, shoe-designing, interior-designing, genetic-researching, duct-tape-purse-carrying, competitive-mountain-biking, retail-managing, aerospace-engineering, Gruffalo-informed bunch…
AND I LOVE EVERY ITTY BITTY BIT OF IT. you guys make me feel alive…so thank you from my very bottom ventricle for participating. I fully plan on rereading the comments daily…morale boost they are. But also to ensure that as I pork up ABP, that I take care of each and every one of your needs and desires. I am a good lover like that 🙂