So, I did it! I was gone from blogging, totally and completely gone for an entire day, no writing of blog posts, no reading of blog posts! However, in light of full disclosure I must say that I took a tiny peek at my comments and did check my stats, but only semi-compulsively. Meanwhile, my numbers did not do a full-blown plummet. No post and still I had hits! This is a minor miracle (but I'm not ready to call the pope just yet). Here is the fall-out:
Number of chapters written--one
Number of pages written--eight
Number of words written--2, 573
Number of hours it took--nine
Number of Lindt truffles eaten over and above my daily allowance of three--five
Number of additional poundage due to said Lindt truffles--4/10ths of a pound (I can live with it)
Number of blog posts I need to read to catch up--1, 549, 361
Thanks for all of your support, you guys! You all rock!
Lastly, I just want to share this note my daughter left on my computer screen when I came back from taking the Little Guy to school this morning. I am printing it here so you can see what a food Nazi I am (cuz I would hate for you to think I am some kind of wonderful person who spends all her time writing books and blogging yet still manages to raise children who are completely unwarped as a result). (Also, in light of continued full disclosure, I think it is interesting to note what pains my daughter goes to in order to make me feel loved, if not particularly liked--she's a gem!)
Dear Mommy,
I love you SO much, and I know I have absolutely no idea how much you do for me and for M** and P** and Daddy too. I am sorry I ate the rest of the ice cream the other night –there had been two other cartons of it and I didn’t realize it was much different than the ice cream I was eating. I’m also sorry I finished off the reddi whip, I had sworn there was still more left.
I love you and I’m sorry I’m kind of a jerk. I pray every night (honestly, I do!) that I will be a kinder person –especially to you—each day.
Love,
Your daughter,
M** E** Ashworth.
UPDATE: Thanks for all your sweet comments, I really appreciate them, in fact, I must say, I think you people are very generous and, not coincidentally, missing the point. My daughter is feeling the need to apologize a full 36 hours after the "incident" b/c she mistakenly feels that she had something of which to repent. This was based on the all-out tantrum I threw when I found she had eaten the last of the "good" ice cream (a crime b/c I don't like the other kind The Spouse purchased in his thrifty yet naive goodheartedness but mostly b/c the Big Guy won't take his meds if they aren't crushed, sifted, sprinkled and stirred into said good ice cream) a tantrum made complete with a slam dunk of the empty reddi whip canister into the trash that would have made Magic Johnson take notice and which was so loud, it woke her up out of deep sleep. Well, okay, she was already awake b/c I had gone into her darkened room to growl at her "Did you eat the last of the ice cream? AGAIN!?!?!" like some kind of "Mommy Dearest". That was right before I discovered I couldn't disguise the cheapie ice cream with the reddi whip I had been craving all day b/c it was GONE in spite of my repeated injunctions, all DAY, not to "eat all the reddi whip on pain of something I won't mention b/c it's most likely illegal!" My daughter isn't sweet--she's terrified. But I did love the note. It made my month.
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