So I feel really bad.
A few weeks ago my poor little blog was inundated with spam big time. I was getting like 100-200 trackbacks a day for cheap knockoff pur*es (I’m too scared to even type the words – I’ve been tiptoeing around my house in hopes of not disturbing the sleeping giant) by someone with a lot of spare time and a very loose grip on the English language.
If you don’t know what a trackback is, well… it’s too complicated to explain right here. Plus I don’t really know. If you do… can you please call me and give me some free blog lessons?
I tried many, many, MANY things, including lighting sage and throwing salt on my laptop. Finally, my bloggy friend Danyelle gave me a few suggestions which, THANKFULLY, worked. Unfortunately for my computer illiterate self, it also ended up putting 90% of the comments on my site into a secret little place that you could only find if you went into a dark bathroom and chanted beetlejuice three times into the mirror.
Which means at first I felt really bad this weekend when I stumbled upon many, MANY comment entries for my contest last week that I never saw (plus lots of other comments that I never replied to). But then I felt better because I realized I’m not as big of a loser as I thought that barely had anyone enter her contest.
So the bad news is that if you entered, I probably didn’t see your entry until it was too late. The good news is, that because I am so generous, I’m giving everyone another chance. This time I promise I’ve got my shit together and will see your comments.
I went deep into my prize vault (conveniently located in my underwear drawer) and found two passes to the Museum of Transportation – an awesome place to take little ones for a little summer field trip. Their Creation Station (I think it’s an extra $2/person) is actually one of my favorite play date locations. They really limit the number of children per session – which means you usually have to get there early – but the benefit is your kids almost have the place to themselves.
So here it is:
This was taken last week on our trip to Grant’s Farm. NOT PICTURED: Me crapping my pants as I used my daughter as a human shield.
I’ll pick my favorite thought bubble comment from those submitted in the comment section below tomorrow at 6pm.
The usual rules apply: Contest open to legal U.S. residents ages 18 and older. Immediate family members or promotional partners of site administrator are not eligible to win. Prize has no cash value. Winner will be selected among eligible entries at 6pm CST on Tuesday, June 11.
“Why is he so horny?”
“Come any closer kid and I’m going to give you your third butthole”
“If you think my horns are big you should be my balls.”
C’mon, just pull my horn.
You want some of this?
Don’t try to milk me. No, seriously.
Do these horns make my ass look big?
So…if you’re not gonna feed me, I’m gonna go charge that goose back there and scare the poop out of it. You in?