OMG. I coded. (ME!) I researched, added and tweaked plug-ins.

My eyes are crossing.

Can someone pretend they are an author looking at my blog, maybe interested in entering my giveaway and tell me if anything's confusing or crazy looking?

I need a beta or two. Dan made sure it was secure, but he's not a designer or codemonkey.

Oh, yeah, URL. It's www.eringriggs.com

Thanks for any eyes.

Xpost with Bitches, so maybe I can tweak anything and go to bed.

Erin, there's a problem on the Contact page. A "questions" missing perhaps?

Please contact me with about writing or editorial jobs.

Other edits insent imminently.

ETA: It looks great! Love the home page.

then sorting receipts for the IRS audit on Monday (yuck)

Ew, are you getting audited? That sucks!

FNL! I have those DVDs here. Maybe that's one thing I'll do this weekend. Other plans include a b-day party in the hood tomorrow with rum and kiddie pools, and watching World Cup soccer.

Dang, girl, you've been there a month and I think your social life is better than mine. Sigh.

Tried to go dancing tonight, but have this foot thing that had flared up and made me limp and walk funny. Ow ow ow. Also, boo. And there was a cute Clea Duvall girl there, who I wanted to talk to and didn't get a chance to because I decided to leave since I couldn't dance (I did get a piece of sweet potato pie for one of the women's birthday, though!)

Yeah, since DH is a freemancer, we knew this was coming someday. Good thing about being honest: not too worried.

Mmmmmm pie.

My social life is non-existent right now due to work. Won't vent here, but I'm really hating everything about my job right now. I keep reminding myself that I'm well-compensated and it shuts me up. For a few hours. Anyway, working insane hours, including most of this weekend and next. And I'm tired and lonely. Lonely because I'm so tense about work and house-buying stuff (plus having to watch every penny) that I dare not make plans for fear that I'll be shitty company.

Plus, I really miss having dates and flirting and having a reason to dress up.

At least my Giants and the Wigglebutts keep me amused.

/pity party of one

Megan, thanks, and fixed!

Scrappy, do you mean "freelancer?"

Because I was trying to figure out -- freelance necromancer? freelance romancer?

I like the freelance romancer option the best. Heh.

that I dare not make plans for fear that I'll be shitty company.

Awww, maybe JZ and Matilda could swing by to steal from lemons from your tree. That would hardly count as a social event. In fact, you'd be doing us a favor. Plus Matilda could scritch wigglebutts.

Hec, that'd be nice but I've got no energy for kidlets right now. And I'd hate to be around Matilda without having the energy to interact with her. Plus, I'm working most of Sunday. :(

freelance necromancer?

This feels accurate.

Eyes. Itchy. Want to pop them out to rinse them off and maybe soak them in liquid Benedryl. Argh!

Neil deGrasse Tyson is a fucking star.

Also, I shook PZ Myers' hand and hugged James Randi. That is all.

Off to Penn and Teller's Rock and Roll, Doughnuts, and Bacon party. I think.