I found a guest writer for my Growing Up Buford blog.
I'm pretty sure he was hinting for it, so I invited him. So he sent me just the kind of story I like, but when he found out there was an introduction about him before the piece he kept shooting family history and stuff at me to add. I know who his grandparents, mother, uncle, friends are, and have his church URL. I know where he lives and where he works. He's so nice, but
Now Imma scared to open his emails and FB messages. Lol. And get this: he invited himself to be a serial guest writer.