I had this very drawn out explanation to why I was uncomfortable with placing a tip jar on my blog. But blogger didn't save it to draft, so here is a run down.
My husband's work's Christmas party was last night. We went to Mosley Street Melodrama. I haven't laughed like that in years. Then I came home.
The Homesteading Mafia was here to break my legs.
I don't want to feel like I just wiggled and said, you watched me dance, now give me a buck.
I want to feel like I earned it.
Someone mentioned that I get paid other places to write, just not here.
Someone else pointed out that I would be the first on the tip jar band wagon if this was happening to someone else.
I am hard headed.
If I do this, I have to make you a deal. If I can find a way to fix things without using your money, I will save it and give it to someone else that finds themselves in this same problem.
You guys make me laugh and cry.
Time to turn this ho into a whore.
This is my pathetic look.