But I have to be realistic.
I have seven people who follow the blog enough to actually click on the thingy (technical speak is not my forte) to show their photo on my page as "Followers." Seven. And I don't even know if all seven actually log in and read my blog every day, but I think there are at least a few regulars. And I probably know who they are, too.
Lately, though, when blogging, I've noticed there weren't as many comments as I used to get. Not that there were a ton, mind you. Just those few people who just might have a funny comment or one-liner to accompany the day's entry. I so enjoy reading them all. But all I kept seeing was "0 COMMENTS." I thought my
Apparently, at some point in the recent past, I was tinkering with my settings and enabled "comment moderation." And I didn't realize/remember it. And I thought the lack of comments meant everyone left.
(This is where you'd feel sorry for me for being
And I'm just emotionally vulnerable enough right now (read: PMS-ing) that I could just cry. Not because I'm sad, but because once I saw there were comments, I realized some of you still DO read my blog. And I'm grateful. For all three of you. Or seven. Whatever.
Don't let my sentiment mislead you. I haven't gone all rainbows, puppies and sunshine. I still have my dark, snarky, (very) often inappropriate side. In fact, I believe I told Lindy today that if I did not heed my body's craving for a cheeseburger today, my mood could quickly swing to, "You wanna piece-a me?! 'Cause I'll take you down like a Christmas tree! Fo shizzle!"
Now,... thanks for reading. Feel free to comment.