“When angry, count to four; when very angry, swear.” Mark Twain
While I am typing this I am trying to put my jaw back in it’s original position and then I will get a carpenter to repair the hole in my desk and buy a new keyboard.
I have just confirmed that I got my 50th follower. Fifty! Fortunately people cannot see me now, but take my word for it, an almost-40-year-old man being giddy and happy and cheery about people reading his stuff cannot be unseen… My man state is taking a SERIOUS blow.
Are these milestones suppose to feel this good or is it just me who didn’t receive the right amount of attention when I was a kid? Maybe I am just very insecure and will accept any little thing crossing my path…
Still, I would like to thank each person who bothered to visit my little space on the Internet and then took the plunge and pressed the follow button. I know some of you did it by accident and now feel too guilty to unfollow, don’t worry your fake love is also appreciated.
I feel like Sally Field when she accepted her Oscar for Places in the heart: “You like me, you really, really like me!”
This is way too much fun to be legal…