Little things excite me. Like knowing someone out there actually reads my nonsense. So let me say a great big thank you to my followers! In the past week or so I've gained an extra 12 people, which is the fastest the Mom-tionary has grown ever. You all encourage me to write more.
The other day, when my numbers had jumped to 25, I sat discussing my bewildered excitement to Husband.
"Twenty-five! Twenty-five followers!" I said.
"Twenty-six," he corrected.
"No, twenty-five," I said, and wondered why he was arguing with me.
"Twenty-six," he insisted. "Not everyone who reads is a follower."
Then he advised me that I should post more often.
"Sometimes nothing funny happens," I said. Do you want to read about me washing towels or how I am almost out of bread? Didn't think so.
"Well, something funny is about to happen," he said, and called my attention to the Boys, who were using a chair in a way that I'm pretty sure is not recommended by the manufacturer. Of course I had to put a stop to it. I don't really want to do a post about spending the night in the emergency room. I've already done that. Not that fun.