Wieners Gone Wild At Redneck's

I'm about to do something I have never done before. I'm treading into unknown waters and hoping for the best. Having never been one to timidly dip my toes into the pool, I'm choosing to cannonball in and pray to heaven above that I don't end up belly flopping.

(Because no matter how funny my kids think it is when I do that, there is just no joy getting the wind knocked out of you and having your boobs pushed up your nostrils. Just so you know.)

I'm taking a leave of absence from Redneck. There are some issues that need to be resolved and require my undivided attention. Issues such as school shopping. Which I have put off until the very last possible moment.

I figured since I'm not going to be around the blog for the next week, I may as well open up the doors to my kingdom and invite others to play basically do my work for me here at my blog.

In fact, I've declared this week, WIENERS WEEK AT REDNECK'S. All wieners, all the time. Because who doesn't love a good wiener? Heh.

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I emailed some of my testical-toting manly friends and asked begged and pleaded them to help a girl out. Hell, I admit it. I totally batted my eyelashes, wore a low cut shirt and a push up bra while I sent out the invites. This bitch ain't too proud to beg.

Turns out, very few men can resist my whining flirtatious flattery . Heh.

I'm pleased to announce I've managed to charm five of my favourite daddy bloggers into rescuing this damsel in distress. Daddy bloggers don't get enough lovin' on the blogosphere and I hoped maybe you all would be so kind as to toss your virtual panties at their feet. I hear they like that sort of thing.

So a warm welcome and great big sloppy kisses to Backpacking Dad, Slicksumbich, Whit, Black Hockey Jesus and the daddy Dooce of them all, Dad Gone Mad.

Thanks guys. Have fun waving your willies around my place.

I'll be back in a week to clean up the mess.