So my blog had a party over the weekend. Like a HUGE surprise party. I'm not sure who invited who, but pretty soon everyone was inviting everyone and droves of people showed up and I hid in the closet. This many in one day:
And then they just kept coming.
I had to take a snapshot of the # to believe it. Now I'm certain I'm breaking a law of blogging ettiquette by sharing that number. However, since this blog is entirely for my own fun then I don't need to care about ettiquette. As long as I don't have to write thank you notes we're good. And yes, I understand that is "pageviews" not people. It is entirely possible that just one person (me most likely) viewed my blog 102416 times so this could all be lies.
Anyway, for a day or two I was all "holy shit, I feel famous!" from the closet I was nervously hiding in but I'm pretty sure everybody is gone now. We're back to just us, my usual handful of loyal readers so I can come out of hiding. (phew, love you guys for sticking around to clean up the party mess) If you are new here and decided to stay I hope you aren't too dissappointed. I'm not actually very funny.
At home, I've let this go to my head. "I'll draw a cartoon!" is how I (attempt to) threaten my husband now. As in, he teases me by saying he needs a nap and I retort with, "I'm gonna draw a cartoon at you!!!" Or I'll ask him to take the trash out and I'll warn, "If you don't, I'll draw a cartoon!!!" This doesn't actually work. Given that he himself shared the link I have no angle here. By the way, my husband is awesome. (I totally put that there for his sake but it is also true.)
To celebrate my 15 minutes of fame I made cookies.
And ate them all in one day so then I made brownies. The same night. And ate them all so fast that I forgot to take a picture. Then I made banana bread because we had bananas that were going brown so I just had to. You know, to not be wasteful. I think it is safe to say I couldn't actually handle being famous. Some people turn to drugs but I think I'd have a serious baked goods addiction on my hands.
So I have no idea how to end this post. I had to write something or my nerves would take over and I'd never write anything here again. Which is precisely where I'm at with drawing crappy pictures. But I'll give it a go. Eventually. Maybe when I get a little more sleep.
PS - thanks for all the lovely (and funny!) comments about my crappy illustration posts. Seriously, it was so much fun reading them all. Wait, we agreed there'd be no thank you notes!