Fired

I’ve been getting a lot of inquiries over the last few days (translation: my mom called) about why my other blog was suddenly suspended so I thought I would attempt a brief explanation. Here's the scoop. Basically, nie nie and cjane were sick and tired of us getting all of the attention, and I mean SICK. and TIRED. It was causing friction in their family and so for the good of the blogosphere we said ENOUGH ALREADY! We don’t want to break families up, we want to bring them TOGETHER! HOLDING HANDS! SINGING CUMBAYAH! DEDICATING SONGS TO EACH OTHER ON THE RADIO! FRIENDING EACH OTHER ON FACEBOOK TO PLAY MAFIA WARS AND START SNOWBALL FIGHTS AND BOND THROUGH SCRABBLE! So, Kacy, Lisa, Emily and I got together and prayed about it and decided that it would be best for all of us to quit.

Well, at least the part about my mom calling was true.

Truth be told, it was Dooce’s fault. She was all, “Stop being so righteous and profound. You guys make me SICK! All the people I’m turning away from the church are turning back to the church because you guys are so damn cool! (Dooce's words, not mine.) Stop it - you’re ruining everything!!!” And we were all, “Dude. She has a point. After all, the woman has sold more books than Tiger Woods had mistresses so the chick obviously knows what she’s talking about.”

So we listened. And we quit.

Well, at least the part about Tiger was true. And Dooce did sell a lot of books, bless her heart. Must be all those residual blessings from the good ol' days when she paid her tithing and worked on her Young Women's goals.

You know how people sometimes say that “Truth is stranger than fiction”? Well, unfortunately that’s not the case here. The REAL truth (serious this time) is that our blog was owned by a company and that company laid us off. (See what I mean? Boooorrring.) The bad news is that I am really going to miss working with such quality women. It was kind of like being that one girl at school who’s not that interesting but everyone likes her anyway because she hangs out with the popular crowd. I’ll miss that. The good news is that I’m sincerely looking forward to reconnecting here at Rabbit In The Headlights because I’ve missed you! And I’ve missed my rabbit. There’s something about those beady eyes that makes me want to throw him a little treat through the internet so he’ll stop looking so scared. It’s okay rabbit, momma’s back.