...thaaaaaaaaaat's more like it.
Where was I?
Oh, yes. Our local blog troll has been stopping in on weekends, between 2 and 3 in the morning, and leaving increasingly vicious messages for me to wake up to.
I've said before, I care not the things he says about me. I do, after all, know who my baby daddy is, and I'm relatively straight with myself that I'm not, as he reminds me constantly, "Pure white trash."
The guy spent God knows how many hours surfing through my photos and leaving a slimy trail of racist, sexist, and downright hateful comments through my Smugmug account.
It's only a matter of time, I've decided, before I won't be able to intercept a hurtful comment to my friends or family.
Can't have that.
So, here's what we do: You go ahead and keep commenting the way you always do. I'll get an e-mail (I love getting e-mail! Win-win!) asking me if I approve of your comment, and I will give you
Most of you.