A redhead in a dark green sweater whispered in my ear. “Did you ever break in those boots?”
I am usually pretty good at recognizing faces, but this woman?
I had nothing.
The redhead rattled off a few facts about my son. She knew about my attitudes toward gift giving for bar & bat mitzvahs. She knew I drank Canada Dry Ginger Ale. I was flummoxed. Who was this woman, and how did she know about my boots?
“I’m Madge!” she announced with a little curtsey.
“Madge…” I stuttered. “Madge.” I tried to get my synapses to fire, but my neurons were not being cooperative. Holy shizzlesticks! I thought. I think I have a stalker!
Finally, it hit me.
“Madge Madigan?!” I squealed a little too loud. “You don’t look like your avatar at all!”
And that is how I met Madge from Madge’s Adult Survival Guide. Y’all, Madge is a hoot. This woman is not afraid to speak her mind. You like politics? Madge is controversial. You wanna hear from a woman who raised three kids, sometimes while on welfare? That’s Madge. You wanna know what type of person type you are at a party? Madge will tell you. Drop in on Madge, and tell her I sent you!
And no, Madge, my boots still pinch. I’ll let you know when I can wear those suckers for longer than four hours. Right now, I’m stuck on Band-Aids. (And Band-Aids are stuck on me.)
stalkers bloggers in real life is fun.
And speaking of bloggers, a bunch of them wrote fabulous stuff this month.