Ok, so one whole day on Twitter and I’m stuck staring at the computer screen just waiting for another update. There’s not many.
Also, it’s extremely interesting that strangers are clamoring after me. Ok, it’s just one stranger. But how did she find me? Is she a skeery person? Is she a scantily clad person? Is she a Twitter follower hoarder?
Hmm. I just looked her up and she looks adequately clad to me. And kind of nice. Like someone you’d pass in Piggly Wiggly and ask for her recipe for Sun Drop Cake. But…how did she find me?
Actually, that one little question could be applied here. How did *you*, dear reader, find me?
(Editor’s note: yes, this is my evil and secret ploy for more comments. I admit it. I feel slightly ashamed but my curiousity outweighs the shame. Please do tell.)