That's what they heard, anyway. I got introduced to a group of people at a friend's party tonight, and they were like, "you have a blog about what??" About ten minutes of largely non-blog-related conversation later, one of the people finally asks if I dance myself, and if so, how'd I get into it? Of course, everyone goes silent and waits for my answer.
And when you said you had a "blog," did they ask exactly how big your hog was?
BLAHAHAHAHAHAH!
Please tell me the Peanut's name isn't "Amber", or you might have a future in nude dance. A father's only job is to keep his daughter off the pole....