1,000
The storms are moving in from the Midwest. I could hear the rumbling just as my GERD and my prostate forced me to wake. It's after 12:30 PM, and I am groggy.
My blog ticker has hit 1,000 views. I should celebrate. I only want to poop.
Avoid getting old, that's my morning advice. Better still, avoid getting old, young. And poor.
(break)
It's past 1:00 PM. I pooped. And 1,000 "hits". It's the little things in life. (Well, the former, not so little.) I'm going to celebrate. I'm going to take a nap.
My blog ticker has hit 1,000 views. I should celebrate. I only want to poop.
Avoid getting old, that's my morning advice. Better still, avoid getting old, young. And poor.
(break)
It's past 1:00 PM. I pooped. And 1,000 "hits". It's the little things in life. (Well, the former, not so little.) I'm going to celebrate. I'm going to take a nap.
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and the poop!