Dear Donnie Wahlberg,
It has been awhile since your name has been mentioned here on Abby Gabs. And I feel like I owe you an explanation. You see, a few months ago, my husband made the statement that he felt like my blog was more often a “Donnie Wahlberg Featurette” than anything else. He felt slighted that he was rarely mentioned in my daily writings, where you, dear Donnie, were always front and center.
This little statement led to a blog-wide stat counting endeavor, which led to the eventual score board you can see in the left-hand column of my blog. (Just scroll down a bit…yep…there it is.)
As you can see, Brian was sorely mistaken. Although I wrote your name quite frequently, Donnie, his was still mentioned the most. (May I interject that this in no way represents how I feel about you!)
Since the contest was issued in July, you have only been mentioned once–on August 21, 2012, also known as National First Twug Day (the first time you “twugged” me on Twitter.) (Thanks again for that, by the way. It made my whole summer.) (Can we do it again soon?)
But I have to tell you, Mr. Wahlberg, that despite my lack of blogging in your name, I have nonetheless been spending plenty of time with you (whether you realize it or not.) I’m still faithfully tweeting almost every day…
I haven’t missed an episode of Blue Bloods yet, and was parked in front of my TV for September’s season premiere…
I’ve been rockin’ out to The Block—in my car, at my computer, in the kitchen while cooking dinner, through my iPod while I’m working out—and even though it’s been 4 years, I still shake my bootie just like I did back in 2008…
And as of yesterday, my nose has been permanently stuck between the pages of the new NKOTB biography, “Five Brothers and A Million Sisters.” (I read the first chapter last night, and cried no less than 3 times.)
So, Donnie, I just wanted to reassure you that, although I haven’t written about you lately here on Abby Gabs, I’m still very much a Donnie Girl. My husband knows this, as when he goes to bed each night, the last face he sees is yours.
I know you’re a busy guy, and you probably didn’t even notice. But I thought it would be nice to send you a letter today to let you know that you’re still very much a part of the Abby Gabs household, even if I haven’t blogged about you in awhile. (Brian says it’s psychological warfare, because I’m trying to prove a point by writing about him more than you. I say I’m trying to maintain a relationship with a man who’s jealous of your animal magnetism.)
Love always and forever,
PS: This blog is totally a point in your column. Oh yeah! Rock it!!
Love your slightly crazy wife,
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