Posts Tagged: puppies

Good Morning, You’re Welcome

I know it’s a total cliche for women to say they like a man with a sense of humor. Also, I’m pretty sure most women don’t really mean it when they say that. I do. My attraction to a sense of humor above all else is why I have such a strange list of celebrity crushes, and why I had a picture of Zach Galifianakis hanging in my high school locker. I know that’s weird. You don’t have to tell me.

If someone was really, really funny, I can’t think of a single thing they could do to make me not like them. Are they cheating on me? As long as I’m laughing! Are they stealing money from me? I will forget about that as soon as they do a funny voice. Did they murder someone? Oh, but remember the good times! Obviously, if I’m willing to put up with theft and murder, looks are among the least important qualities for my celebrity crushes.

That’s why it’s so shocking to me that Nick Thune is such a good looking man. Not just “comedian hot,” but real person hot.

The point of this post wasn’t to turn the blog into a Nick Thune tumblr, although don’t think I wouldn’t do it in a hot minute. The point is this song/video. This is something I listen to/watch whenever I’m feeling down, and it always makes me laugh.

Happy Birthday to Blog

A few days ago was the one month birthday of Welcome to Ladyville. I celebrated by forgetting that it was the one month birthday of Welcome to Ladyville! So, here’s my fashionably late thank you. Thanks to my friends for reading this and sending links to people. Thanks for your encouragement, for telling me I’m funny, and for telling me I’m a good writer. I appreciate it so much. This is just a blog and it’s by no means groundbreaking, but your kind words have been a tremendous source of support for me in terms of writing in general.
To anyone I’ve never met who’s reading this: thank you! I know that we aren’t, like, real-life hang out friends, like I can’t just call you up and ask if you want to go get ice cream, but I like to think of us that way. I don’t want to give the impression that there are so many people reading this blog, because there are not. Still, a surprising-to-me number of people are reading, and that makes me really happy! I promise to uphold my end of the bargain by continuing to post embarrassing stories about my life and the more-than-occasional picture of Cher.
And if you are reading this and you’re not even a lady (maybe you are a gentleman, or a puppy?), I salute you. May you learn to appreciate Dolly Parton and realize the futility of yelling things from cars.
Here’s to you, ladies and gents!