Look at me!

Three posts in rapid succession-- I'm on fi-yah.

So Amiee asked in the comments how she could follow my blog (hi Amiee!), and sheepishly I hang my head and say I don't know. I'm not all that savvy with the techno-gadgetry.

But I was able to put something on the sidebar that lets you put your e-mail address in, and then you should get an e-mail of any post I write.
I know, it's like a dream come true, is it not?
Or possibly your worst nightmare, so don't feel obligated. 

Now, if you know my super-cool interworld friend Taylor @ The Lumberjack's Wife, you know that she has a Facebook page for her blog which makes it all sorts of convenient for me to know when she's posted.

Assuming I could find a techno-gadgetry-wizard who could talk me through the baby-steps of making that happen, would that be of assistance to any of you who might want to keep up with the crazy without having to check back here?

I'm not going to create one if no one is going to "like" it, because then I will feel like I did the first couple weeks in college when I didn't know anyone and my roommate didn't get the meal plan and I had to gain the freshman fifteen all by myself until I met a few friends.

Sniffle.

If you say a Facebook page would be helpful, then I will do it.

You know I would do anything for you, dear readers.
Well, anything except blog with any type of regularity. That is asking too much.
There is so much going on in my world!  I have only days left to pat the bottom of a three year old (it's a sweet, sweet little bottom.) I've heard 4 year old bottoms are totally different.
And I'm molding the mind of a future Supreme Court Judge.
I know she will have to be a lawyer, because my word if you heard her try to negotiate every last instruction I give her, you'd see her talent for it.

Also I'm busy dropping out of the gym. It's true, I'm a drop-out.
And to top it off, I have to feed this family, like, three times a day or more.
No one else has it this tough.
Laundry? Ever heard of it?
Mopping the floor? I do it every tenth fortnight! (Don't do the math, it's disgusting.)

Whew. I'm worn out just thinking about how hard my life is.

Except I'm totally joking and I have it made in the shade and if Josh ever catches on to how good of a thing I've got going here, he might add to my duties. So shhhhhhhhh!

Anyway, lemme know.
Or don't.

I'm like Burger King, you can have it your way.
(But only if you want it greasy and fattening)

This post is really getting away from me.
I think I need to stop.