My hundred o two.
I think we should have some kind of party.
A very popular blogger that I follow recently hit her 1000th post..she was smart enough to remember to note that she was getting close to that marker, she waited till the time was right and she wrote a post about it.
She made it special.
She probably doesn't have ADD.
Or a husband, or kids.
Or a job.
Maybe she just blogs all day long and forgets to even comb her hair?
When I read her post, I thought to myself...hmmm, I should write a post about my 100th post and the sense of accomplishment I feel at writing 100 times on this blog.
I'd gush on to my thousands of loyal readers just how much fun I've had and I'd tell them how much I appreciate the gift of their time and attention that they've given to this blog and to me.
And to my numerous commenters (Mom, LD and Nicola, Kelly, Lauren, Jessi, Kim :-) I would say, thanks, thanks for your comments...it helps me to feel not so nuts (as in she is talking to herself nuts).
I was so giddy with thankfulness that I wanted to rush back and write that post.
I wanted to package up some luv and boxes of really expensive virtual chocolate and mail it right off to all those who stop by regularly.
When I hurried back to my own blog home, I discovered that I missed my mark...too late to do a 100th post post.
Missed it by 2. (damnitalltohell).
The story of my life.
Thanks for reading, if you read one, or one hundred and
I do so appreciate you.