Blogland is a funny thing: you diss people, people diss you back, and afterwards you find out she’s not quite the ignorant cow you thought her to be while she realizes you’re not quite the humourless cow in hysterics she thought you to be. And no, I really, really don’t hate Heather! And I really, really don’t want to start a WeHateHeather.org blog. Nor a 501(c)(3) organization. (Whatever that might be.)
If I’d hated Heather, I would’ve dragged her along on today’s seven hour supplies-for-Sandy-leaves-her-youth-behind-party shopping tour (during which I was attacked by a plate at Ikea — stupid thing sliced my thumb open). Did I do that? Nooo. See? Sandy doesn’t hate Heather.
Really, really, really.