Because nothing says "welcome to my blog" like a dog in a wig.
I don't know about you guys, but my house is never tidier than it is five minutes before company comes. I find out someone is on their way and I start barking out orders like a drill sergeant. "GRAB THE VACUUM! CLEAN UP THOSE TOYS! PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!" I want my company to step through the front door and marvel at how spectacularly I manage to keep my home, even with four boys running through it like a herd of muddy, incontinent elephants. Wow, that Rita, I want them to think. She must be some kind of Supermom. I don't want them to know that two minutes ago, I was scrubbing dried yogurt off the wall, sweeping up crumbs from last night's dinner, and desperately trying to Febreze the boy-funk out of the air. All while saying things like, "I don't know where your clean underwear is - just put on some of your brother's."
Anyway, a few days ago, I had a blog post go viral. And let me tell you: I was completely unprepared. It feels like suddenly a million people showed up at my door, and I had to answer it braless, in cat-hair-covered pajama pants, while my half-naked children ran around like heathens stirring up dust bunnies. (You know, like real life.) No time to get my "house" in order, so to speak, before the company came a-knockin'.
It's been crazy, is what I'm saying.
So now that I've had a moment to collect myself, I want to say hi to my new readers - hey, y'all! - and introduce you to Fighting off Frumpy properly by showcasing a few of my favorite posts.
First, if you've ever tried to get anything done with kids around (and you like crudely-drawn cartoons because that's how I roll), you might appreciate this one: WAHM Bam
If you drive a minivan and feel less cool because of it: Minivanity
If you've ever wondered why you just can't seem to get it together, here's your answer: Whatcha So Frumpy For?
If you came here because you're a boy mom (or the mom of a bull-in-a-china-closet type of either gender), you're gonna LOVE this poem - complete with actual photos: Dudes are Destructive
And finally, if you just want to hear a funny story about the time my kid pooped in a plunger, check this one out: The Nasty Plunge
Thanks for stopping by - welcome to my place. Maybe next time I'll be ready with a plate of cookies.
... Or not.