So yesterday Melanie called me and said, “You know, I think I want to move such-and-such on my blog,” and I was all, “Oh, I can do that for you right this second; I actually moved that very thing on my blog this past week,” and so we chatted and giggled as I logged in to her blog and worked my bloggy magic because I AM A TOTAL BLOGGING PRO, Y’ALL, and then I clicked to view my changes and when I saw what had happened I simultaneously screamed and laughed nervously as my heart dropped straight into my stomach.
Because clearly something had gone horribly awry.
I attempted to move one little thing for Mel – one TEENSY WEENSY thing – and the whole template went haywire. And the weird thing is that I didn’t even delete critical parts of code like I have done on my own blog about four hundred and twenty two times. I just copied and pasted some stuff to a different area of her sidebar, and then suddenly the header was gone and the verse of the day was stretched sixteen miles long and the posts were all at the bottom and I’m pretty sure that I saw some jet-black smoke pouring out of her blogroll.
And like I told her last night: as much as I want to log in to her template again and try to fix whatever it is that I did, the rational part of my brain knows that I’d better stay away because any more tampering with HTML on my end of things may cause the whole interweb to explode in a fiery ball.
So I’m staying away. And Melanie and I both have summoned the professionals to undo the damage.
Really, it’s sort of a shame that Mel and I aren’t some sort of bloggy rivals, because if we were this whole HTML fiasco would be like that episode of “Designing Women” where we find out that Suzanne was sabotaged in the talent portion of a pageant when another contestant put extra fuel in Suzanne’s fire batons, thus causing Suzanne to wipe out the power of an entire arena when she threw one of the fire batons up in the air and accidentally ignited all manner of wiring.
Or like that girl in that pageant in Puerto Rico who says that someone doused her evening gown with pepper spray.
So I guess basically what I’m saying is that if y’all will provide Big Mama and me with some evening gowns and some crowns, we will turn my ineptitude with HTML code into some first-rate bloggy drama. We could even stage some sort of catfight in the tradition of Krystle Carrington and Alexis Carrington Colby Dexter Rowan. Of Moldavia.
Except that Melanie and I would want to skip the catfight part and just eat chips and queso in our evening gowns.
And also: perhaps if I devoted as much attention to HTML as I apparently once did to Dynasty, I could have avoided this whole hot mess altogether.
Anyhoo.
There’s actually a very important lesson in this woeful tale: if you’re going to inadvertently tear up someone’s blog template (I RURNT it! I just RURNT it!), it makes things much easier if your victim is a very close friend with an extraordinarily well-developed sense of humor.
Because yesterday? When I got so flustered on the phone with Mel that I dropped a box of lasagna noodles and then knocked myself in the head with a cabinet door because my NERVES, ohmylands my NERVES? She laughed so hard that I think she began to wheeze.
But still. I am so very sad. And so very sorry.
Did I mention that I am sad and sorry?
I believe I will eat some more chocolate now.



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