Wow! Who would have thought that yesterday's post would generate so much traffic and more comments than you can shake a stick at. Or 13. Whatev.
It generated even more comments than my thought-provoking retail management suggestions . More more than my expert domestic engineering advice and WAY more than my insight into world events.
I'm not sure if this reflects on the quality of my posts or the low-brow humor of my readers. Probably both.
I also owe a lot of my traffic to the shout-out from my bloggy buddy, Carpoolqueen. Thanks, Sus! And all you visitors from CPQ's place, y'all come back now, y'hear?!
Alas, nothing funny happened today. Unless you think my 'having to lap the parking lots on campus for 20 minutes to find a parking place only to have to hike into my office from Timbuktu' is funny. I didn't find it amusing AT ALL.
I also did not find it amusing that I got up at 5:30 AM, that's in the morning!, to go to the gym.
I also did not think it was funny that I spent over an hour at my daughter's physical therapy appointment with a second daughter who was hungry and cranky. Like me.
But a funny strange, not funny ha-ha, thing DID happen on the way to take Hayley to youth tonight. My Tahoe mysteriously steered itself into the parking lot of Pizza Shack. Weird, huh? So of course, since we were already there, we took advantage of the Wednesday night buffet. It was the only reasonable thing to do.
And we topped it off with ice cream.
It was only right.