I just signed in to my blog, and caught the number of followers. I usually try to avoid it because I get all weirded out if the numbers are down, and before you know it I'm mugging a Girl Scout and committing a Thin Mint felony.
But tonight, I clicked on the list, and perused the pictures and nommes de internet you all use. So many names and faces I recognize, and any more, so many I do not.
I don't know what brings you over to this silly place every few days. Maybe it's the same thing that takes people to the zoo: You just want to see what the monkey's gonna throw this time.
Well, whatever the reason, I wanted to say thanks. Just thanks. Thanks for reading and commenting and laughing and relaxing over here at DeNae's Home for Discombobulated Fruitcakes.
I don't do awards, or giveaways, or things more sophisticated bloggers do. So gratitude is all I have to offer. But I want you to know it's from the bottom of my heart.
(Fortunately, I stored it in there and not in my gall bladder. I kept my penchant for mayonnaise sandwiches and my Engelbert Humperdink record collection in my gall bladder, so when it flew the coop last fall, there was really no harm done.)
At the moment, I don't have much to blog about. But my son's 15-year old pal is staying with us indefinitely, and given the nonsense these clowns get up to independently, let alone when they're sharing that terribly inefficient brain, it really is just a matter of time.
But meanwhile, you have my thanks.
It's not much, but it beats a mayonnaise sandwich any day of the week.