I'm tempted to let it sit on the couch with its feet curled up under a blanket, a hot cup of coffee in hand, a block of cherry almond bark Chocolove within reach, and An Affair to Remember spinning in the DVD player. I'm one of those obsessive bloggers, the kind who checks her sitemeter as often as possible throughout the day, the kind who gauges the quality of her writing by the number of readers who regularly stop by. I've become less interested in the overall number of hits and more interested in the number of repeat hits. The return visitors are the ones I long for. When my sitemeter reads forty at the end of the day, and the majority of those hits are webpals who have conversed, I'm happy. Forty may seem low to many of you, but I've only been at this since August. To me, forty is a jackpot. A few days ago, I sat down at my laptop and discovered a number somewhere in the eighties. Eighties! Yippee! Yeeha ! Hoo-rah ! I've been discovered by the webworld , o...
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Now that's a smart kid with a future.
I feel pretty certain that there would have been more candy in the other side if he had trick-or-treated around my neighborhood but it would have been a closer race. I voted (for real) on Saturday morning because I just knew it would be a madhouse at the Community building on Tuesday. We'd already had 23,000 voters in our county come through when J and I went Sat. I think the turnout is going to beat American Idol this year-bahha. I know the ending but I'll try my best not to be a poor loser come Wednesday. :{
Very clever anyway Robyn. Very appropriate post for today.