I'm a fan of people who are into me

I’m a big fan of people who are into me. I just find we share a similar outlook on life and I suspect our value system looks something like this:

1. Alison

2. Alison-related stuff

3. Ducklings (optional)

So when I received an email from a delightful young woman asking if I could sign a bday card for  her friend who’s a fan, how could I possibly say no? I mean, of course I responded and demanded a hefty fee and that she fax the request to my team of handlers, and then of course I castigated her for not going through the proper channels from the beginning, but once my handlers delivered the request to me while I received my daily individual follicle deep conditioning treatment (that’s where they put the conditioner on each individual strand of hair and then wrap each strand of hair in foil and then you cross your fingers there’s no lightening) and I had time to process it while listening to nature sounds and being fanned with a giant palm frond as is my way, I said “Of course!”

Here’s the bday gal’s blog write up.

As a side note: isn’t “gal” a funny word? I find gal often is preceded by “neat.” As in: She’s a “neat gal.” I can remember my 7th grade science teacher who was kind of handsome guy describing another teacher that way and then I wondered if he had feelings for this neat gal.