At least in my own little head. I got my very first hatemail. And it was from someone who gave a fake name and fake e-mail! Today is a happy day in my little world. As goofy as it might be, I feel like I’m finally a “real” blogger. I feel very Dooce-like today. So following in Dooce’s footsteps, I’m going to share the mail with y’all and provide commentary.
Hello The Stephford Diaries, [Hee. I have no idea how to change this, but I like the idea that I am my blog.]
You are being contacted via The Stephford Diaries by ms. not likingu. ms. not likingu has provided the following information so you may contact them: [It's fakeity-fake, though, because "ms. not likingu" doesn't have the cojones to give a real e-mail address.]
Email: XXXXXXX_X_XXXXX@hotmail.com
Phone:
Website: http://
Subject: Other (explain below)
Message:
hello, you dont know me, [you're right - I don't know you. Likewise, you don't know me.] but you should be nice to your MIL. [According to my MIL, I am pretty nice to her. But thanks for your concern.] for her and darth and the bratwurst are feeding and housing your not so size 2 behind. [It's okay to call me a fatass. I say it all the time. And FTR, Heidi doesn't do jackshit for me. Janice and Gene, however, do feed and house me and my kids. I'm grateful for that, and they know it.] its one thing to poke fun but being a flat out bitch to the ones who are your only hope is not a good idea. [Given that my sister-in-law (that's Becky, the one who comments regularly?) reads this on a daily basis and that my MIL laughed her head off when she heard the entry, I'm going to guess my in-laws understand that I am, in fact, "poking fun". But again, thank you for your concern.] or, you can keep doing it, and MIL will find out and youre screwed no matter what! [See, here's the thing - there's nothing "secret" about my blog. I wear a frelling hat with "quirkyblogger.com" on it, FFS. My MIL is more than capable of finding and reading my blog on the days when I don't actually say, "Hey, Jan? Listen to this one!!" and proceed to read it to her. So that whole thing about her "finding out"? Kind of a moot issue.] and instead of st. phanie, it should be st. fanie! hee [You aren't the sharpest knife in the drawer, are you? Bless your tiny little head.]
Sincerely,
Steph


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