My Drug of Choice

I read on someone's blog how comments left on a post is her "crack". I wish I knew where I read it so I could give her credit for such an accurate comparison.
I can be having one of my moodiest mornings and with a quick check of the email -- VOILA! mood gone.
You know who you are... to see your name in my mailbox brightens my day. I love "getting to know" you through your stories of your children, the trials of a parent's illness, the sad passing of your beloved cat, your struggles and accomplishments.
Here's something silly about me you may (not) want to know:
I almost got to the point of hero worship of one blog. I lurked for weeks, eagerly clicking on the quick link I made in her honor, anticipating what was going to happen with the dawning of each brand new day. I was never disappointed... well maybe once when she made several jokes about Republicans (wait! Don't go away, I'm a good person, really!)(oh, and the jokes were hilarious). I loved her wit and admired her great writing style.
So imagine how silly I (should've) felt when I yelled from my cold, little computer room, "Hey! I have a comment from ____!"
I was beaming (She knows me! She knows who I am! She read my blog!).
My dear husband, who occasionally has that look on his face (the look of 'is-this-normal-or-is- she-about-to-fall-of-the-edge?) smiled... it didn't reach his eyes.
I just couldn't expect him to understand. He doesn't drink, smoke or do any kind of recreational drugs---come to think of it, with his job, he rarely does prescriptions--- so it would be hard for him to understand how the woman who just had a mouth-frothing tirade over a box of tea cakes being opened (meant for said woman's Mum in the States) could come out of the room with a silly little euphoric smile on her face--over a stranger's comment.

So comment away.
I do look you up and I usually discover that there's a reason we were drawn to one another's blog.
I should warn you though, that I am pretty hard to get rid of.

I once met a nice lady on Ebay whose daughter's love for Disney's The Little Mermaid almost matched mine (she was only 6, there was still time). She purchased a Tyco Ariel doll from me that I had 6 of (don't ask). We've been pen-pals for 7 1/2 years now. We send birthday cards, photos of the kids, Christmas letters and I can't even list all of the thoughtful things she has done for me. How great is the internet? And how great is blogging?!