I know you are out there, readers. I see your hits on Google Analytics although I have no idea who you are.
My blogfriend, Molly, announced recently that her amazing site had garnered its 3000th comment. This fact has awakened the competitor in me, the one I have been secretly dosing with Ambien for a couple of decades. If you know me, you are aware that this could be a very scary situation indeed. Spending a fall afternoon walking near Dick Cheney with a bird dog and a gun will seem like a walk through Portland's Japanese Garden.
Perhaps I exaggerate. Or not.
Anyway, friends, I am comment hungry. Starved. I refuse to believe that, of all the things I've written, something hasn't pissed you off or made you think. So flog me with your brilliance, even if it is anonymous.
Don't make me resort to giveaways.