I got this annual report today from WordPress.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
The Louvre Museum has 8.5 million visitors per year. This blog was viewed about 90,000 times in 2013. If it were an exhibit at the Louvre Museum, it would take about 4 days for that many people to see it.
It’s a little exciting to see all the numbers and stats in one place and I was feeling rather cute.
Then I checked out one of the other bloggers that WP suggested to me, because we have readers with similar interests.
Holy shit, she has 4258 readers. What does it take to have that many readers? Is she literally 100 times a better blogger than me?
I’m determined not to care about numbers, keeping my focus on writing for myself, but wow.
Anywhoo, it turns out that my dad did not come yesterday, he’s arriving today. It’s a good thing he reads my blog because he noticed the inconsistency and gave me a ring to set the dates straight.
This happens all the time. I don’t know why. There are things I am incapable and apparently getting the dates right is one of them. I write things down, I use my iCal, etc., but I am known for showing up for events on the wrong day.
Hell, I did it the other day when I showed up at someone’s house for her Christmas Eve open house on the 23rd. Naturally I was the only person there.
It wasn’t awkward at all. I don’t know the hostess very well, she’s the mother of Testiclese’s good friend. Her kid is a peach but I think she has deemed my home unsuitable for playdates. I can’t imagine why.
Testy can only do playdates with her son at their house (which is fine by me) or in public parks. She must think I’m a monster. I’m sure it didn’t do much for her impression of me to show up a day early for a party.
And I even remember talking to her on the phone as I entered the event in the calendar. It must be my subconscious sabotaging me.
My folks not showing up yesterday was a blessing in disguise. Loony and I needed a day to catch up with each other.
We didn’t hold hands and declare our mutual love all day, but we dropped the kids off at camp (woot!) and enjoyed a day of relative peace. It felt good to not feel rushed at all times and constantly search for ways to keep the kids engaged.
Anyway, I have a ton of laundry to do and my dad arrives in about 2 1/2 hours, or so I think.
Time to cut the crap.
It’s a selfie of my crotch! Loony and I were moving furniture around when my pants ripped. Son-of-a …
I told Loony and he said that, “Some people’s bodies are built such that their thighs rub together in a way that wears the crotches out first.”
Now I am without a favorite pair of jeans. Oh where could I possibly find more?