I’m about to hit the big 1-0-0!! At 107 years old, my blog will finally hit the 100 WordPress followers mark. I was just outside of our igloo, taking a pee in the hole in the ice, looking at the kids sleeping inside under the bear skin – which I personally wrestled and killed with my bare teeth 41 years ago when I was fighting, and conquered, tuberculosis with my eyes closed as it’s virtually impossible to keep them opened when you sneeze – when I pulled up my zipper – a Canadian invention, thank you – joined my family and told my wife: “This sentence is too long. I have to start a new paragraph”.
When I read what I had written, I thought: “I should end this post. I don’t think I can outdo myself after this display of sheer brilliant absurdity”. And then I thought: “But I want to let my readers know about Sweet Mother, Adrienne, and Dotty [Oxford comma]“. And I thought: “Other bloggers will think I have favo[u]rites… when I don’t… when I’m simply just in a Sweet Mother/Adrienne/Dotty phase, which is bound to pass.” And then I thought: “Enough with these thoughts”. Period.
Seriously. Thank you, almost-100-WordPress-readers. Thank you for reading. Thank you for sharing. Thank you for making me obsess over my stats. Thank you for your comments. Thank you for letting me discover you. Thank you for making me forget that I have kids, and that I am not just a father, but also a negligent father. Thank you for going over at Sweet Mother‘s, because she writes, furiously. Thank you for stopping by at Adrienne‘s, because she forced me to, and if I have to, you also have to. A-N-D…Dotty, thank you for being you ["Dotty is so your humour", said my wife out loud while editing this post].
And most of all, thank you, Sara, for writing the way you do. Without you, my ego would remain unbruised.
99 followers in French is le 99 followers. Merci.