In which I appear on the Ellen Show. Not really.

What a week.

Monday I was doing my Monday morning grocery shopping sans kids, when my sister called. "A little warning next time you're going to be on Ellen please!" I had no clue what she was talking about. But it turns out, a photo I'd sent in to Ellen's "What's wrong with these photos? photos" segment had been chosen. So my sister had randomly turned on Ellen while she did other things around the house, and then she heard my name. Ellen had a prop made & everything. I'll wait here while you go watch it.

ELLEN DEGENERES SAID MY NAME ON NATIONAL TELEVISION.

I've had a few people ask me how my 15 minutes of fame were. I maintain I still have 13 minutes left. At the very least.

If I'd known she was really going to use it, I would have had the presence of mind to stick my children next to the tv to take that picture.

I know it's not that big of a deal. I mean, it's not like I get to have a cleaning lady now. It's not like I was actually on her show, and chatting it up with Matthew Broderick in the green room. But the idea that Ellen saw something I sent her, and thought it was funny, just makes my week.