Just seems like a thanking sort of day.

Not a 77 Things That Don’t Completely Suck sort of day.

Just a thanking day.

Thank you to Mr. Pants for saying everything that’s in my head.

But that I don’t have the balls to say.

Also for coming up with the word blauthenticity. And for going by the name Sparky Firepants. Because he can.

And for titling a blog post this post has no SEO blah.

Small business, blah blah.
Design, blah. Blah blah. Design good. blah.
Logos and branding blah. Do this. Blah blah. Think about your people… blah.
SXSW. Blahgity blah blah. Not going…because x, y, z, blah.
Who’s doing what blah. Products. blah. Teleclass, blah.
Think different, blah. blauthenticity.

I adore you, Mr. Pants. And I haven’t had a beer with you in at least a couple of months, so head on over to my part of town, please.

Thank you Patty for being inspirational, fabulous and wearing pajamas.

Three whole days at a business conference in her pajamas.

“Who is this inappropriately dressed intruder who dares sully our convention?”

I have met Patty and yes, she is always wearing pajamas and yes, she is that cool but still. A speakers conference.

Let us salute Patty.

Thank you xkcd for making me laugh — out loud — on the crappiest of crappy days.

Seriously. This hit me right in the funny bone. On a day when nothing was even slightly funny.

Thank you Sarah for introducing me to disapproving rabbits.

They’re rabbits. Who disapprove.

And then when people are all mean and shoe-throw-ey and disapproving? You pretend they’re rabbits, and it makes everything that much more bearable.

EDIT: I meant this Sarah. Yay, Sarah!

Thank you to my ex-husband for divorcing me eight years ago this week.

My life is ridiculously better because of that. I hope yours is too.

Thank you.

Thank you, Wednesday for not being Monday anymore. Happy Wednesday.

Jessica-Rabbit-kisses to the commenter mice and the Beloved Lurkers and you.

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