When I can get to the PO (not until after the holidays, but I bake for fun in the winter) I will! You need to send me your new address.
When the cats lie on the covered radiator by the door, they look especially stoned out. Sprawled out to maximize heat absorption and sorta heat-dopey. Both Loki and Devi have been caught in that pose.
And then there's people like me who just bookmark the page instead of signing up for one more thing.
Oh yeah, I know more of You People are reading it. But I would like for it to become an internet sensation! How do I make that happen?
How do I make that happen?
Well, I Tweeted it. What more can one do?
16!
(that's the low for tonight. What are the other numbers pointing to? Yes, I'm not tracking well tonight. Chocolate fume high maye?)
21 now.
I'm following via RSS (does that show up as following? I don't have nor want a tumblr account), but I haven't publicised. Pretty sure I would just be telling us, anyway.
You sure, -t? I have three. They're very comfy.
Pretty sure. I think I might have crossed some invisible curmudgeon line with all the variations on blogging. I hardly tweet, how could I . . . I don't even know what the associated verb is for tumblr.
You don't need one! You're better off.