In Response To or I Comment Therefore I Am

This post is a Commentary Trip.

A what?, you say.

A COMMENTARY TRIP, I say in all capitals because then maybe you will understand, but you still don’t get it, do you?

So let me spell it out for you. I’m tired. T.I.R.E.D. I’ve got nothin’, no witty post to write so instead I’m posting comments I’ve left on other people’s blogs. That’s right, comments I’ve left on other blogs. Hey commenting takes up a big portion of my bloggy life and I don’t see why I can’t turn my comments into a post.

Seriously, I’m a brilliant commenter, commentator, a commentary genius. As evidence of my gift I present the following:

In response to a post on A Cat Named Anabel about Astronomy in which The Former Planet Known as Pluto was referenced:

I don’t think I will ever be able to let go of Pluto. I just can’t do it. In my mind it is an honorary planet.

In response to Green-Eyed Momster wondering if there is a way she could get paid for  “doing the laundry, cooking, washing dishes, cleaning the house, going to the library, raising good kids and blogging.”

You could probably get paid for doing all those things, but you would have to do them naked and let someone watch.

In response to Tammy on I’m Big Enough; I’m Small Enough (remember that game) where she asks, “What are you young enough; old enough for? Or big enough; small enough, if you really want to go to there.”

I’m big enough to prop my daughter on my ample hips.

I’m small enough to be spooned by my husband.

I’m young enough to get my groove on.

I’m old enough not to care what I look like when I am getting sait said groove on. (I’m vain so I corrected the typo that is featured in the original comment.)

In response to Mama Still Wears Gucci! referring to sitcoms and humor.

OMG, the humor thing is sooo over-rated. I think it’s had its day in the sun. I’m working on a script for something I’m calling a sitbit, short for situational bitterness. I’m pretty sure it will kick sitcom’s butt. We’ll see. (In the original comment I misused it’s, but my vanity fixed it for you.)

The following are in response to a couple of posts from Housewife Savant.

#1. I like reading your posts and then reading them backwards. Don’t worry they don’t read Satanic backwards; it’s more like having fun in reverse.


I was here. And I loved all over your comment section.

#2. My vagina really likes this post and I like unicorns, but my vagina wants nothing to do with unicorns. Go figure.

In response to That Girl Blogs hoping that Tina Fey plays her in a movie:

Just brilliant, but Tina Fey is awfully busy, I think I should play you. I won’t even wear the paper bag.

She responded:

of course! but can you be all Irish and freckly? of course you can, yes, yes, a thousand times yes. Mami for the Oscar!

To which I responded:

Here’s the thing. I do have freckles sprinkled across my nose.
Also, Mexicans and Irish have much in common.
First there is the whole Catholic Church thing.
There is the singing and drinking.


And there is the potato. The potato was introduced to Ireland from the Americas. Ireland was one of the few countries to embrace it as a dietary staple. My peoples gave your peoples the potato. You are welcome! Sorry about the potato famine. That wasn’t fun.

So there you have my commenting, commentator, commentating brilliance (I hope you realize I am using the official sarcasm font). Go forth and spread the comment love and then maybe you can turn it into a post when you are too lazy to write one. Recycle, reuse, and reduce my friends; it’s the wave of the future.

Oh and feel free to comment on my comments.

Hmmm, I wonder if I could turn this into a monthly feature?