I was very pleased with myself when I discovered this little trick. My self-congratulatory joy was tempered somewhat by my discovery that most blogs I admire have way more subscribers than I do. (That would be my more competitive side coming out.)
Others asked me how I knew someone from Littleton, CO, was hanging out on my blog. Sitemeter (it's free!) supplies all the info you could ever want to know about your readers. Warning: it's addicting. Not recommended for people who have more important things to do with their lives.
And the philosophical award goes to Lynn, who wondered in yesterday's comments if there were Bloglines in Heaven. I don't know, Lynn; but I sure hope so. Otherwise, why go?
Anna went with her youth group on a skiing day trip last Saturday. I decided to inventory her clothes (as, according to her, she never has enough to wear). I did this without the aid of alcohol. Things I learned:
- Apparently, I have never showed her how to properly use a clothes hanger.
- "Nothing to wear" is a relative term. Compared to Zsa Zsa Gabor, maybe?
- There is a reason my socks keep disappearing.
- Rachel isn't the only scissor-happy offspring around here. Looks like Anna wasn't pleased with the modest-length shorts we bought her last year...
Good-night, all, and thanks again for taking the time to delurk.