Even though I don't know who you are, I know you're there because you show up every day in my google analytics report.
Each and every day, rain or shine, post or no post.
Because, really, you actually show up to my blog to read what I have to say like I'm some literary genius you can't get enough of, unlike the other 5 people who read my blog in google reader who probably haven't even missed me yet because they have such a long list of enticing stuff to read.
Thank you. From the bottom of my heart.
For being so faithful when I am such a slacker. And to prove how much I mean that, I will refrain from posting about the shirt I threw away this morning on account of it was covered in poo. And when I say covered, I mean covered. Up the back, down the shorts, all the way down the arms on the way off. (but not in the hair, thank goodness)
Instead I will include a quote from Fred, and my reply to it:
Fred: You're throwing it away?
Me: You gonna clean it?
MmmHmm. I just threw away a perfectly good shirt, one of Ed's few unstained ones. Sometimes it's just not worth it.
Friday, August 27, 2010
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Well, it would have been stained after that so it was no longer perfectly good! I am one of your 5 readers on google reader. I always look forward to what you have to say! :)
Count me as one of the five as well. I'm with you on throwing away the shirt, but I have also been known to throw away training pants as well. The thought of that in my washing machine.....yuck! Keep posting. I look forward to the laughs!
I am one too! I have thrown away shirts outfits numerous times because I just can't even fathom keeping it. Plus as I am spraying it with the oxi clean spray I just want to puke.
I'm one too:) but you're on my RSS feed so dunno if I show up or not:)
I don't know where I show up either, I didn't even know it was possible to track that information. Please tell me how you do that. I have to check your blog everyday. Thanks for posting! You are inspiring.
I had a shirt one once, that had a couple of ties in the front. I had to change the baby's nappy jsut before I had to go out to a meeting. The bottom of the ties dipped in the.... 'contents of the nappy'.
I cut the ties off. And went to the meeting, still with the same shirt on.
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