A short blog for those of you who think my blogs are too long...what is wrong with you people? Do you have the attention span of moths?

One of my favorite people in the whole wide world is Sam Ratigan. Born two days before Savannah, she showed up this evening at our house, uninvited and enthusiastically welcomed, to share in Savannah's celebratory crème brûlée. Sam Ratigan arriving at your door is the equivalent to the Prize Patrol pulling up minus the balloons and giant check. The balloons and giant check are implied. 

After pretending to be interested in her life for several minutes, I eagerly asked her if she'd read any of my latest blogs. Knowing I would quiz her, she sheepishly admitted that the last blog post she's read was the one about HER. "That was four months ago," I cried, wounded by her lack of loyalty. "But they're so-oo long," she whined. "You could at least be a follower," I said, relenting a little, "You wouldn't actually have to read the blogs...just actively pretend to read them." She perked up a little. "How do you become a follower," she asked, relieved that she wasn't going to have to make a literacy commitment. I brought up the blog to show her the variety of buttons to push until you eventually stumble on the correct one. She squinted at my impressive list of current followers. "Are you your own follower," she inquired judgmentally. "Well...yeah," I admitted, "it was kindof an accident but then it ended up rocketing me up to a grand total of five followers." "Five? You only have FIVE followers? That is so sad," Sam exclaimed while I wondered who had invited her over. Oh wait...no one! Sam looked at my list of loyal followers, "Isn't your mom, at least, a follower?" I sighed, "No...she isn't all that big on the technology-front. She thinks I'm clogging." I was about done with this visit. My self-esteem had plummeting to an all-time low ("Lower than five followers," asked the birthday girl with a giggle). Sam finally left, making empty promises to immediately become a follower and to begin posting my (unread, apparently) posts to her Facebook. In return, I have just written her the shortest blog that I am capable of composing.