Carrie, my eldest child, who I used to love, has informed me that her friend Ursula AND Ursula's mother both read our blog. That brings our readership over 10 normal people, and 20 or so creepy trolls. That's a lot of pressure!
However, as a sporadically dedicated chronicler of the lesser things in life, I can appreciate those hardy folks who wade through our photos of the attractions of Southern Illinois, skinless people, and luggage in search of cheap amusement. I myself have been known to watch the Jesus Show and Moto-X racing on Sundays mornings in an effort to find intellect-free entertainment in a one TV channel household.
However, you all know where the "post comment" button is, so I blame you, Dear Readers, for the occasional dry spells. You see, Nurse Ann? In the end, the blame invariably falls on the mothers. That's why we get the big bucks.
Ursula, I know you're fluent in English (and presumably so is your mom, since she raised you), because I read your blog. So you have no excuse for not joining in...either of you. And as a fellow Carrie-phile, you must know that to be our neighbor is to become one of us. Soon you too will wear flannel and do math problems for fun in your head. Mwa-ha-ha!
Welcome to the family, Ursula and Ursula's Mom!