Or more accurately, My Moment of Dork.
A film crew from some kind of Internet news channel Internet television Internet thing (on the Internet) came to my house today for a piece about ClubMom. I think I did okay. I think my bangs did that stupid thing they do sometimes. Noah only threw up on camera once but they said they could edit that out.
Look at me! I am typing on my blog! My blawwwwwg. Oh dear, this is very very awkward-like typing and I keep hitting the backspace key. Can they tell that I am hitting the backspace key? Will someone be watching this and go, oh my god, the girl can't type for shit? Shit. Can I type shit while on television? Shiiiiit. Ha. I just typed shit on international internet television!
Now they are filming a close up of my veiny veiny hands. Oh God. Better not type any bad words or people will know. THEY WILL KNOW.
I feel sweaty. Oh god, I am sweating. Pit stains. Pit. Shit. Git.
Please let me stop typing now please please please.