I must admit, I am somewhat shocked.
Ladies, I will break out that speedo picture in just a bit, but I must confess, I'm not much to look at. In fact, I am hideous enough that my wife, God bless her soul, has on numerous occasions, envisioned David Beckham in place of me, while
getting jiggy with it drinking coffee and discussing our plans for the day. I understand, I am no longer the man that she married. I am but a shell of that guy. I am nothing more than a big, clumsy, dopey, Enginerd that has been chewed up and spat out by father time. But, I digress.
So, yesterday, I compulsively went about my normal routine. Logged into Blogger, yada-yada, and everything was in it's place. I had (47) followers, (that had not changed for quite sometime) a few new hits, but no tagger-onners. (I don't care all that much because I have already exceeded my expectations. I had (45) more followers than I thought I would have, so, the rest are an added bonus.) But then, something went haywire. I was/am at work and since I my work load (ha, ha. I said load.) is currently slow, I have been able to check in often. Upon reentry, I noticed that the number of minions had increased. I now sat at 48. Stacey at Love the Lacquer had joined the fray. How cool. A wonderfully funny gal from Texas had decided to take the "red pill" and find out how far the rabbit hole goes. But wait, that was only the beginning. While in mid post, a 49th had drunkenly staggered into my mass-ah-cree. Enter Ellen Lloyd at Defenestrated Feet. Following Ellen, came number 50, Liss at Chaos Pie, and after her, who would appear? Number 51, Shanda and A Pause on The Path. Now, what the Sam Hell is going on ...of course, come on in number 52, Gabi at Crazy Socks & Ninja Bunnies. Welcome.
Did I miss something?
Did I get BON'd? Nope. Am I the featured Blogger on s30p? Yeah, whatever. Or, did the judges running Blogger Idol 2011 realize a tragic "hanging chad" incident had taken place and, upon re tallying the votes, found that, I had indeed, garnered a sufficient amount of votes and in turn, necessitated that I be added to "the Top 12 "? Nope. Notta Chance.
Now, what gives? If I am going to pull out the Speedo picture, somebody need 'fess up' on the double. Liss just began following me, and if I loose her already, I will be one pissed off hobbit. I mean, I am happier than...say,
Mynxy, did you pull some strings?
Jenny, how smitten are you with me, really? Smitten enough to add followers?????
Drake, what? You think that just because I'm an American, I can't start some shit?
Jewels? Becca? HAVEN?
I best be hearing some answers soon. Until then, I will honor my word. Here you go Liss (& Ladies) Don't all come a' runnin' at the same time, now. I'm only one man.