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Happy significant blog-post number to me, happy significant blog-post number to me... etc. Blogger tells me that this is my five-hundredth post. If anyone out there who is not married to me has read them all, you probably deserve a lot more accolades for hanging in there than I do for blathering on at you.

But seriously, folks. I know you're not supposed to drink when you're on antibiotics, but is it okay to stuff your face with your children's halloween candy? Hypothetically speaking.

I started the blog out of boredom, when I had recently moved to the US from Ireland. I posted sporadically and had no readers. I've gradually upped the posting and come out a teensy tiny bit, first to people I only know on the Internet and then to (gasp) some friends and family in real life, and I'm sort of proud of the fact that I've been posting close to 5-6 days a week for over a year now.

As my life goes right now, this is the thing I do for me more than any other. It's my hobby, it's my release, it's my connection to the Outside, it's keeping my writing muscle flexed just a little bit, even if some days all I do is post a photo or recount something hilarious my kids said (which - be honest - is what you people like best). And somehow or other I get between 70 and 90 readers most weekdays. They can't all be married to me. (Unless B has rigged my stats. Maybe he has.)

So thank you for reading, whoever you are. If you don't object, I'll just keep on blathering.