As noted by Tracy in "The Mexican Express" comments, Murphblog now has twenty-five followers. I have no idea how this happened. I'd like to think it is the result of intense and creative efforts by the underutilized Murphblog marketing team. They tell me that this spike in Followership is the fruits of their tireless labor. There was the free chip clip with proof of Followership, the zero percent financing, a direct mailing campaign, that donkey hoof promotion, and of course, who could ever forget the deluge of spam? But I don't believe them. Marketing people are notorious liars.
Nope, I think the explanation is far simpler. Dumb luck.
Well, dumb luck or ingenius marketing, thanks to Followers Sarah, Angie, Tina, and Betty for giving me the very pleasing number of 25. (Betty's reading The Order of Odd-Fish. I sell books too, Anita. Just not as many.)
And now, today's totally useless content...
Our second grade classrooms tour places around town in an attempt to teach the chiddlers about their community. I work in the county seat, so one building they visited was the courthouse. As Mrs. H's class entered a courtroom last week, one child blurted out, "Hey Grandma! Hey Uncle Ron!"
Let's just say Grandma and Uncle Ron do not work at the courthouse.
Like all bloggers, I have tracking software than enables me to see how people have arrived at Murphblog. One person today googled "Mike Murphy Mother What I Meant To Say Poem." I do not know the poem, but I imagine it's a rather sappy affair that only finds the light of day at this time every year. I wish I could have been there to see the look on the guy's face when, excited that he found what he was looking for and already imagining the tears it would bring to his grateful mother's eyes, he clicked on my blog and was confronted with runny poo.
Runny poo strikes again!