Good Morning?

Am I the only one up this morning? I have been here since 4 AM waiting for someone to comment me. How will I know if I am as witty as I think I am if you don't blanket me with fake praise and solicited compliments? At least mention how you like all the beautiful pictures of women on the blog. (Check out the one of Anna Rawson...wow!)

Blog is not what I like. I don't like being called a "blogger". It sounds like I don't know what I am doing and I just type anything. Which might be true but I still don't like the sound of it. From now on I will be calling myself a "journalist extraordinaire".

I was referring to myself as King of ClubHusband but a friend pointed out ClubHusband really isn't big enough to be a kingdom. She takes things very literal. Mostly when it keeps my tremendous ego in check, Which isn't the easiest job in the world. The easiest job in the world is of course "journalist extraordinaire" for ClubHusband the Magazine. when I say magazine I actually mean the website but magazine makes it sound like I actually work instead of just writing anything.

Come to think of it I guess I am a 'blogger".

P.S. Can you tell I have been shooting coffee like tequila this morning?

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