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I'm here because of the Tribune Article. I've become interested in "bloggers" because my friend's daughter was around at the start! She's a Brooklyn resident as well. She also posts photos and has a wonderful eye for the streets.
If you're interested (as if you have the time) feel free to correspond.
I'm not expecting it, but offering just the same.
I really enjoy your writing!
*cackles* That is EXACTLY how I find this blog every single time!
I'm sorry you don't have a couch anymore. I'd donate five bucks (about my financial limit at the moment) if you started a drive so you could get a new one.
I too have just read the Tribune and was curious. Having browsed through some current and past writings I both laughed and was on the edge of my seat with the meat in the fridge story. Hope your boy is feeling ok as he will more and more each day. This is a wonderful thing you have here.
Heh--the one time I needed to find your blog and couldn't remember what the hell the URL was, I searched on "fluffiest damned bunnies you've ever seen." Comes up first that way, too.
Congratulations on the fabulous article. 
Yeah, awesome article. And you thought Eric Zorn upped your hit rate---just wait until tonight's numbers are in.
Woot! Leigh Anne's cool! 
It was great to learn of your place on da' web.. i had to try to hold my laughter..i didn't want the folks at work to thing i had lost it!! i will be back frequently..
Awesome article, Leigh Anne! But what does one replace a Putrid Couch with? Especially given one's son's tendency to urinate on the divan? Inquiring minds want to know.
I too, am here because of the Trib. I loved the article and I look forward to many visits to this blog.......
I was flipping through the Tribune at lunch today and screamed "Holy Shit!" when I recognized your name.
Thanks to you, I ruined lunch for at least twenty people.
On the other hand, the article was great, as was seeing some two of my other favorite bloggers' names in print.
You're a stah, baby. A stah.
Nice article, Leigh Anne. It was nice to find a long lost friend. Keep up the great work!
you're famous!! that television series can't be far behind 
So much for your neighbors not knowing how you make a living, I guess . . . .
I found your blog via the Tribune article. Great article, I really enjoyed it.
Man, that is/was one nasty couch! I hope that Alex's throat is feeling better.
My husband just bought me a Rabbit Pearl. Honestly, I'm not sure exactly how I should use it. I know it should be simple, but somehow it's not. So feel free to advise me!
I love your writing. Some of the things I read in the Tribune article sounded so much like my life that they almost made me wince, or laugh, or cry, or some combination. Thanks for writing here, and good luck with the store & the boys. (I'm a survivor of three sons - 22, 20 & 5. I think we should start a club or something.)
I also am brought to your blog from the Trib article. I am a working Mom with a 11 yr old boy and a always working husband. I know already I will find a community here. I love your writing, your honesty, your humor and compassion.
Woot! Wonderful article, Leigh Anne. (and thanks for mentioning Expository!)
The Putrid Couch definitely looks like it's been ridden hard and put away wet, so to speak. I suggest a few couch covers over the next one, hopefully with plastic in-between -- and perhaps a good coating of Scotch Guard?
And BTW, I adore that pic of the boys you sent. Don't children look angelic when they're sleeping? The best we can do is to learn to enjoy it while we can. Or at least until they wake up.
Lori, and anyone else who may have received a new sex toy that doesn't come with instructions,
Experimentation and serendipity are the funnest ways to learn. First, it helps you get past the "sillyness feeling" that some people get that is a vestige of all the negativism about sex that we are indoctrinated with all our lives. Second, you might find a special way that your new little friend makes you happy that the designers and other users never dreamed of.
A friend of a friend of mine uses a toothbrush. No instructions came with that that didn't involve efficient dental care and yet she swears by her toothbrush, to the exclusion of any other toy. (No really, a friend of a friend -- if it was me I'd tell ya.)
Um, anyway, hope that helps. I'm sure the proprietress will step in and offer any advice if she wants.
Pleased to meetcha Ms. Flea. Alas, A Blog sent me over to say howdy and congratulations and stuff.
Howdy!
Congratulations!
Stuff.
Love,
Hanna
I first heard of this blogsite in the Chicago Tribune article. I just had to read more after that article. Congrats on making such a cool place into a hugh article in THE paper. I will try to read more all the time. If you want to relax a little sometime come join my MSN Group "homepage" and check out what I do for fun. Hope to see you there. When you join say you heard about it in the blog site and I will come back here and keep you up to date with how many join.
You know, Flea, when you get really really famous and when your sex toy sitcom gets imported to Sweden (in like 200 I can say I knew you when you were not-famous!!! And I'll be the coolest among my friends.
Yay, you!
And that was supposed to be 2008.
The putrid couch really does *look* putrid, too. How did the uphostery UNDER the cushions get ripped up?
Hope he recovers soon and has the energy to do something other than pee. :-/
I'm glad the article finally came out. It was great. Now maybe people will find you when they search for "one good thing chicago tribune" rather than "one good thing putrid couch." The former sounds more dignified.
You should have created a shrine for the Putrid Couch and charged admission.
Looking at the putrid couch and knowing just a few of the war stories it's been through, I keep thinking it deserves nothing less than a Viking funeral. The neighors might object to the funeral pyre on your curb, though.
I read your blog regularly and am patiently waiting for the book. I once took care of a friend's cat briefly who completely saturated a chair with territorial markings, so out to the curb it went. But before garbage day, some university students took it! And cat piss is not a happy smell.
The real reason I'm compelled to comment, is because of a poem I found that made me think of you (well, of frog in your blog earlier this month). Hope you like it!
CARROTS: Carrots are fucking/ the earth. A permanent/ erection, they push deeper/ into the damp and dark./ All sumer long/ they try so hard to please./ Was it good for you,/ was it good?/ Perhaps because the earth won't answer/ they keep on trying./ While you stroll through the garden/ thinking carrot cake,/ carrots and onions in beef stew,/ carrot pudding with caramel sauce,/ they are fucking their brains out/ in the hottest part of the afternoon.
(from Erotic Chlorophylls)
Mermer! That's hilarious! I think I'll move that poem out to the main part of the blog. I'd hate for that to get lost here in the Comments Lounge.
And thank you very much to everybody else!
Hi, Laurie!
Wow--it IS putrid! I can almost sense its aroma through my computer screen. Perhaps you could sell it as art?
Dave Barry could help . . .: http://www.miami.com/mld/miamihe...rry/
7732864.htm
Jeezus, mermer!
I was out of town last week, but I was at a locale that sold a "real" newspaper (aka Tribune). Congrats on the article!
Thanks, Steve L. And have I mentioned yet how much I appreciate that you add the "L"? Makes things very nice and clear for me, even though my Steve never posts comments. I get feedback from him face-to-face.
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