Andrew's father sent me an email about this post the other day, and it reminded me that he actually reads this blog. I mentioned it to Allison and she was all, "Really, nooo way?" so I guess we now know who gets her click when she only has five minutes to choose between this and TMZ.
"That is so sweet. He really reads your blog? Awwww," she said.
"I know, right? I always forget who reads it. Like, I hope I haven't written anything, you know, inappropriate or whatever."
Right after I said it, I realized how ridiculous of a statement that is. I write about hickeys and public nudity, and the time that I dated a stripper. And cursing. THERE HAS BEEN CURSING. And not the nice kind like shit and damn.
If you're wondering, she did not respond.