Can't you just hear a tiny ginger voice saying that? Yeah, I crack myself up. But now we've got to get serious, fo-shizzle.
I don't know about your blog traffic, but ever since that little holiday we call "Christmas," my traffic is relatively the same as the number of students hanging around college campuses during Christmas break helping the maintenance crew touch up hall paint. Not "a lot."
Normally, this black hole of quiet would only evoke moderate insecurity and anxiety in my innermost being. But as you know, (I hope) tomorrow is "I See What You're Saying, Christmas Edition." Or "New Year's Edition," if you prefer. Or "Proof That My Kid is the Cutest Kid in the World Edition." I don't care what inspires you or what you call it, I'm just hoping you're out there.
A few of you are in, I know, but it's been a long time since many of you renewed your vows to me--you know, when you promised you would post an "I See" vlog in good times or bad, in sickness or in health--in the comments after my announcement post. But all the people who read your comments saw you, and so did God. I hate to bring in the big guns on this, but, you know. I'm a little desperate.
Is your cold silence your way of telling me that you have found a younger and "perkier" video carnival? Because I have given you the best video minutes (although it seemed like years, I know) of my life, and I hope it doesn't end like this.
Maybe it's all in my head. Maybe it's just a coincidence that I have noticed you posting many, many Christmas decoration and house tours over the last two weeks in other memes and venues, and now you seem so "eh, what-evs" concerning ISWYS. Maybe it's a coincidence that you smell like Boo Mama's perfume. I'm just sayin', you can't blame me for being suspicious.
As one of my favorite 70s songs goes, "Your eyes have the mist from the smoke of a distant fire."
So I'll just be here tomorrow, hanging around at the ol' coffee shop, "our place," where we used to meet for those long, leisurely 2nd Cups of joe, debating who should win American Idol and if it's moral to love flavored coffee this much, just in case you still ... care.
And oh yes, I did get my video to post, complete with bloopers, which are way better than the video itself. Isn't that the way, though?!
"See You" tomorrow!
PS: If you didn't see yesterday's post, please ground yourself, check it out and don't spit out your coffee.