In Reb's footsteps...

A few years back, I was sitting on my porch and I thought... "I will go find a stranger, and model my life on the stranger's life." So I did.


I married a guy named Chris.


I got myself pregnant (well, I had help).


I began publishing in ezines and blogging like an addict. I started cussing a lot online.


I pissed some people off.


Then I took a bunch of online quizzes, and rigged the scores so that I might appear to be...


REB!


And now I'm up at Happy Booker, because I can be.


Hey, let's not kid ourselves... I'm stalking the lady. So what?