Nothing says impromptu like buying fluffy socks at the grocery store. It just puts me in the mood to buy sandwich bags, milk, etc.
Oh. Are you waiting for meaningful content? Well, how about this?…
This is my 200th blog post!!!!
I just threw my own surprise party there. Did you see how I did that? Exclamation marks abound and…confetti cake all over my computer. Are you as excited as I am?
Or, are you a closet inefficient blogger looking for hope and useful information?
Is it a coincidence that my 200th blog post is about inefficient blogging habits?
The truth is I like to make full use of my time. And don’t you? While standing in line at the grocery store, I am most likely reading one of your blog posts on my smart phone. With the power of electromagnetic forces, I am your faithful reader no matter where I am. Fancy that.
While in line at the store, I may even finish reading your post and most likely have enough time to log in and appear in the “Like” line on your blog. If the grocery line is extra long, I may even go the distance and attempt a comment.
With my head just bursting with thoughts I want to share, I type my comment with my pixie fingers small as pins. Because whenever I start typing on my phone, my fingers magically become a mere 2 centimeters wide. After I correct it…and make sure it’s coherent, I put a period on it and then this happens…
The clerk expects payment for groceries. But don’t you see I’m in the middle of reading a blog post. The nerve.
Sitting in my car, I try to complete the thought that is still circling my brain. I retype the comment, only to read this on my phone:
ERROR (blah blah blah…it’s too little to read)
ERROR? But it made sense. It was decent. It was, was… You broke the rules. You were not logged in properly. You lose! You stole Fizzy Lifting Drinks….but, but…I never laid eyes on an everlasting gobstobber……and my ice cream is melting.
Back home in my kitchen, multi-tasking, putting away groceries and blog reading, I return a text message.
I attempt to write:
I am capable and my comment is worthwhile.
This is autocorrected into:
Ivan Cupcake and my comet if Wiki.
Who the hell is Ivan Cupcake? Cupcake? Do I have cupcakes?
Do I have a sweet tooth while I’m writing this?
Now in my fluffy socks and lounging comfortably, both panels of email and WordPress open and waiting…I am hit with a mass of posts. I read like a hungry bear, snaking on your posts, ready for more, more, more….my brain overstuffed with comments to be divulged, shared.
But then this happens:
I don’t care what that fox says.
“Mom, do you want to watch it again with me?”
It won’t kill me I guess…or it might…
So now you know why I may like your post and reply with a comment hours later. You have learned that I’m a little scattered. Sometimes, I can only read in small doses, but witness my dedication.
On another note, if I missed your post and you’d like me to read it, show me the way. Tell me in the comments or email me (thebumblefiles at gmail dot com).
Thanks for sticking with me, stopping by, commenting, all of it. It means so much to me. Thank you!