Did you see Matt and Maddy on Oprah?

I did. I was buzzing around the city at 9 this morning when Oprah first aired in Chicago, and now I am waiting for the 11 p.m. rerun to air

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Because this is often how the universe works

While I am trying trying trying to upload some crazy-adorable Easter photos, let's take a moment to get back to the boob talk, shall we? Of course we shall. By now you are all way too familiar with the grrrls in my shirt, but what the hell? Here's a bit of recap and some more details. Consider it previously deleted scenes.

Several months ago, when I was first and frantically dealing with my lumpy boob issue, I made the call to schedule a mammogram. I made the call to one of the best breast health centers in the country, located right here at my very own hospital. The wait time was almost a year. I was shocked. Lump or no lump, I was welcome to make an appointment for the early months of 2010.

I made the call to the second reference my doctor gave me, a private office also of high repute. They didn't take my insurance and I would have to pay out of pocket and hope for reimbursement from my insurance.

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This clearly means Jon Stewart's going to start commenting here very, very soon

If this kickass item on a blogger who is marrying a commenter doesn't open the gates for a surge of eligible male readers to flood the welcoming little blank box at the bottom of every post on this blog...well, then it might just be time to pack it in, friends.

I kid. But this post, including the bit about how other readers are reacting to the good cyber lurving, raises some great points. The first one is that we are living in a time when Match.com and other sites are one of the most realistic and viable ways for people to meet. The second point is that once you start dating someone, it's pretty likely they are going to end up being a reader whether they knew your words before they met you in person or not. And finally, get over it. Blog purism is so ridic.

Just as one of your soulmates could be loading a 10-pound bag of epsom salt into a cart one aisle over from your hairspray hunt in Target, maybe your own good lurver just stumbled into your blog and felt compelled to contribute something clever or brilliant or adorably emoticonly. Who knows, right?

My question is: Are you willing to meet someone in the space of a blog -- your own or someone else's -- or is that too close to home, too far off in the interspaces, or just off-limits?

[via Jezebel]

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