From my email inbox:
Congratulations on your recent ascendancy to “paid writer!” You do have the gift.
I love you so very much. I somehow feel a bit tongue tied, word bound, whatever… Just know how much I admire & am proud of you.
(from a swelled chest ‘o pride in you, NOT adipose excess)
It is now official: I have the nicest father on the planet.
And while I don’t think I’m particularly hip or trendy (& Karrie will probably quit CrankMama in protest), at least I now have an(other) outlet for my potty-mouth.
For more about Babble, read here.