Party hats! and streamers! and oh hell, just pass the alcohol

I’m not in much of a writing mood, but I just had to say a great big congratulations to the Former Best Friend, who has logged in his 100th visit to my little blog as of yesterday in the space of a month. Where are the balloons? Bring out the streamers and give me a funny hat to wear!

For those of you who regard the calculator as sacred ritual objects used only by the High Virgin Priestesses of Math (they would be virgins), that’s an average of THREE (3) visits a day. Fwah! Between him and Pinky, a total of over 200 electronic pilgrimages have been made to police my words and work (thus showing admirable practice of their policy of ‘letting things go’ - it could have been 300). Or maybe my writing is just that good! (cue delusions of grandeur and ability here please)

More faithful than Muslims to Mecca, I can rest assured I will always have a little audience of two to read what I write, a thought that sends me to sleep each night with a smile on my face. And they’ve done all this without leaving any more nasty anonymous messages! It warms the cockles of my shriveled little heart, it does. I hope it warms theirs too. May this find them well.

All my love,

Slinky

"If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you might as well make it dance"

- George Bernard Shaw

The Slinky Cat, burying the hatchet in someone else's head