Weekly Shout Out (A Little Early)

Alright, so this week's shout out is a little different.  Last Thursday, on my brother's birthday, I promised my future brother-in-law, Michael, a shout out, because he has been pestering me ever since I began this whole affair to give him one.  Of course, I didn't just promise a shout out willy-nilly.  No, one has to truly want a Bridget blog shout out.  Earn it, deserve it, become it.  So what did Michael do for a shout out?  He ate a pickle (that's what she said! hahaha).  No Michael didn't do that.  He ate a real dill pickle spear.  Not just that he ate a FRIED pickle.  Now, to me, that's only mildly gross, because I like pickles, but fried ones are yucky.  But for Mike, it was much harder.  Michael detests pickles.  He loathes them.  They cannot touch his plate.  So, to eat a fried pickle was to really right the essence of his sense of moral rightness.  Thus, I promised him a shout out.

Not just that.  In order to convince him to do it, I promised I would do what has never been done in the history of Book Worm in the Big Apple--I promised him a biweekly shout out.  That is, last week, I had already shouted out AJ for being born (holla!).  But I told him I would also shout out Mike.

Well, since it is Sunday, I guess I failed at that.  My bad.  So, instead, I am doing something else that has never been done in the history of my blog...I am DOUBLE SHOUTING OUT!  Ye-ah!

So, first, Michael, props to you for eating a fried pickle!  I know it hurt.  If the pic below is any indication, it may have caused you actual physical pain.  Though some might find it odd that you would do that for a shout out on a blog that has all of 5 readers, I find it totally bad ass and commendable.

Secondly, I shout you out for planning what I am sure will be a completely KICK ASS weekend at Lake Anna next week.  For Emily's birthday (Dec 24) Mike, Emily, Andrew and myself are heading down for a weekend long birthday celebration comprised of s'mores, Home Alone, Taboo, Kings (quickly becoming our signature game) and a cook off.  It will legen...dary.  And thus, to Mike, the planner of said epic weekend, a shout out goes.

Here's to you, Mike!  Though I give you grief, I am glad you will be my brother-in-law in six months (minus one day)!