Um, seriously??? I thought, like, seven people read my blog.
My mom's two friends from high school (you know, the grown ups whose very presence keeps me from dropping the f-bomb as much as I normally would.)
A few random friends and strangers.
I just figured they hit the refresh button a lot to boost my site counter and make me feel good. (Kidding. You know you shouldn't do that, right? It incorrectly inflates the site counter AND my ego.) :)
But all those comments bowled me over. I loved hearing from you and I read every single one of them. Twice. I'm humbled and flattered, and yes, a little frightened. Because now there is all this pressure to post interesting and entertaining stories about my life, which to be honest, is not always that interesting or entertaining, unless you count the story about how when I got home last night at 9:30, Kellen had thrown his new squishy toy, a disgusting black mouse, against the ceiling in our living room and it was stuck there, and Blaine had to get a broom and his extension ladder to get it down, and this squishy black mouse left a big squishy black stain on the ceiling and Blaine pinched Kendrie's fingers in the ladder while he was throwing a hissy-fit and slamming the ladder closed because he was angry with Kellen for throwing it up there after he told him ten times not to, and he did it anyway, so Kellen was pouting and Kendrie was crying and Blaine was cranky, and I walked in the door after four days away and none of them even noticed I was back ..... ahhhhhhhhh, it's good to be missed.
But anyway, my POINT is, I just got back last night and I swear I'll post tonight, after my day of taking the dog to the vet and volunteering at the school and soccer practice tonight. Because I'm sure somewhere, somehow, there is an interesting and entertaining story about my weekend away. If you consider taking naps and gossiping with my friends to be interesting and entertaining.
For now, I need to go buy some white paint. I have a squishy black stain to cover.