Just trying to keep the weenie roast theme. I know I have not posted for a week. There is a reason for it. I can't think of a thing to post.
There is no bad advice out there. The thousands of blog posts I am reading are perfect. The weenie roll remains vacant.
There are now 11,000 real estate related blogs. It all looks just fine to me. Am I missing something?
Bonnie Erickson, a direct competitor of mine, and author of the most excellent Real Estate Snippets Blog has stepped up to the plate. She has a weenie that she thinks needs roasting. Most people are going to take her side on this one, because she has decided to roast me, on my own blog. Risky behavior after what I recently did to her, but heck this is a competitive business. Bonnie provides her clients with excellent service and a smile, while I still charge my clients extra for the smile.
My tag line is "Excellence with a Smile" so I have to keep as many of those pearly whites as is possible. As a result when one of those old cavities started to give way, I called the Bloggoddessbroker herself, Teresa Boardman, for a dentist referral. My thought was that the bloggoddess has lived in St. Paul all of her life and should, therefore, be able to give me, the new immigrant, a good referral.
What I didn't factor in was that the Bloggoddessbroker herself hates competition and by taking the Minnesota blogging queen position, I had put myself at risk. Not only does she throw chip dregs from Mt. Bloggious but when a minion asks for a dental referral she sends that minion the name of Dr. Tom Torture himself! Whatever was I thinking?
By the time Dr. Torture finished his work of grinding and pounding and splitting and drilling I was lucky to have a mouth left AND truly had only a small tiny piece of tooth to which would attach a future crown, and not of the blogging sort!
Whatever possessed me to call the goddess for a referral? Knowing of her competitive nature, her lightening bolts and chip dregs, knowing the hard work the Codger knights have devoted to Her Royal Highness's protection, and knowing the power I was giving the goddess to eliminate her competition, whatever was I thinking? My mouth still shouts today, "Whyyyyyy?"
This entry is nominated for the Weenie Roll!
Business is business! If I were your direct competitor would you let me recommend a dentist?
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