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In Which I Profess Devotion

I really like That Girl.

I'm fairly sure that you already knew that, but I did choose my blog name for a reason.

It occurred to me that my blog looks a tad like her blog. Photos on the header, a to-do list, a MMB button...

I'm not trying to copy That Girl, even though she is one of the most fantastic people I know. It just happened. Lucky for her, I am not nearly so witty and I don't live in exotic Brazil so my unintentional imitation can only go so far. I'm sure she was sweating bullets over that one.

The new blog header (isn't it awesome, if I do say so myself!), well that came courtesy of a site called Picnik. I think it might be one of the most fun and easy sites I have ever visited. You should check it out. Also, if you want to know how to remove those annoying (really, blogger you should let us remove them more easily) borders around your blog header just go here. (It might look complicated at first, but it actually is eaaaasy and you'll never have to look at the mis-sized ugly border again.) Your freedom from dumb lines comes via Delightful Dots which also happens to be a great resource for cute blogger backgrounds.

Finally, for those of you who really don't care about blogging freedom, you can breathe a sigh of relief because this post is officially over.

Comments

scrappysue said…
i think your blog is cool and not anything like re's! (is that her name, i can't remember!) the one in brazi, right?

thanks for stopping by!
Heather said…
we are all copycats to someone, I'm sure.
*blush*

Well, shoot, girl.

Also, your blog is much cooler anyway. Mine is pretty ghetto and I'm itching to change it. You know, when I have time.

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