Here is where I would place the cute Delurker Day Button if only I knew how...
And what about the rest of you? I've got 251 subscribers through Google Reader alone - about 30 of you comment. Wouldn't you like to drop a line today so I know who I've been communing with this past year? Show Littleton how it's done, won't you?
We had a hot competition at Bunko this evening to see who could lose the most games, and I won! I mean, I lost! So I got my 5 dollars back for the evening. Plus all the hors d'oeuvres I could eat.
I had a routine obgyn checkup today (and yes, I do want applause for going - I've put it off for at least 2 years), and the nurse who checked me in mentioned that she has 6 grown kids.
"Any girls?" I queried, still smarting from my totally lousy day with Anna yesterday.
"Yes, 4," she said, and she didn't even startle when I sort of grabbed her arm and begged, "Help me. Please. Mine's fifteen."
"Teen girls?" she said. "It's...it's awful. You just get through it. You survive. But it's awful. I'm sorry."
I tell you, she had tears in her eyes as she said this. She's on great terms with all of them now, she swears. And they gave her grandkids. As one commenter yesterday pointed out, grandchildren are your reward for not strangling your teenagers.
This post is going nowhere. Just delurk, will ya? I need to get to bed.