If you missed part one, scroll down.
I turn my attention now to you, Gravesend reader.* Oh, yes. You. I admit that you are not a daily reader, but when you do visit, you make up for lost time, for big and sure. In my imagination, Gravesend reader, you are a British schoolboy all grown up, working at a book shop most of your time and being smoking hot pretty much all the time. The first time you stumbled onto my blog, sitemeter clocked you at three hours. I assume that after that you went to get some lunch. But you know what happened next? You came back from lunch and read my blog for another three hours. The only reason I can think of for you to do this is that either a) you don't have a thriving legal career b) you don't have seven kids or c) you don't have seven cats, two dogs, and a baby. Or perhaps you need a hobby? Take up needlework, perhaps?
Alabama reader, I have no idea why you are so shy. Is it because you are a creative, sensitive type? Or perhaps you are thinking you would be the only southern girl? In my imagination, Alabama reader, you are a chic and sassy southern belle. No? Then perhaps you are a heroically smart teacher - or better yet, junior high school administrator. On the other hand, maybe I have it all wrong. Maybe, if I really knew you, I would love you instead for your earthy manliness. Perhaps, Alabama reader, if I knew you, we could get drunk on your porch.
This, of course, is where I run into nine kinds of trouble. The imagining. The fantasizing. The internet-specific indulgence of a thousand ethereal sins.
More on this tomorrow.
If you are not linked and included yet, and you wish to be, comment. I have a list, but I don't want to miss anybody.
Have a clickable Wednesday.
*If you haven't read yesterday's comments, do. Welcome to non-lurker status, Cork reader Claire! Other lurkers, feel free to out yourself, but please believe me when I say you don't have to. I meant it when I said I cherish all readers, even those who don't comment. So lurk or de-lurk. It's up to you.