I'm writing this to myself...

Please don't read this, it is only meant for me. The Bloggy Awards did a review of my blog, but I don't seem to have won the car. If you are reading this, please stop. It's Jim appears to be worth a glance, much like a dead armadillo along the side of the road. I told you to stop, don't make me come over there! Even if I didn't win the car, you'd think there would be a glazed ham or something as a consolation prize. Ham sounds good, doesn't it? It must be time to go to McDonald's. Rooty's feet are wet, probably from the rain, if he walks over the dirty laundry it will dry them. Should I wear long pants or shorts, I wish I had a kilt. I was certain there was a car involved. I just saw my naked self in the web cam, now that's entertainment!