My name is Blogelle. Terrible name isn't it? Why my parents would saddle me with such a terrible name I'll never know. But, that is not to the point. I intend to give you a humorous glimpse into the world of a Blog and it's viewers.
Oh look, there is my first viewer now. I'll try not to chuckle. I thought no one used curlers anymore. How adorable. Thank you for inviting me into your home. Oh the baby is so cute. Cootchie gootchie coo! Look at those teeth! Quite charming!
Uh oh, I think your pot is boiling over. Yep, some white foamy stuff is running down your pot and into the stove. Hurry! Oh I am sorry. Was that rice? You know, if you put a few drops of oil in there as it cooks it won't boil over. Try it sometime.
You know, you remind me of a woman who visited yesterday. She was a master of doing thirty things at once all while reading her blogs. She jumped up and answered the door, saved a plant from utter destruction by the cat, and caught a toddler before he became the next flasher! She then paid four bills, popped a frozen casserole in the oven, and directed three children to do a clean sweep of the room. Her desk was, from my vantage point, quite clean but apparently appearances are deceiving because she spent a good fifteen minutes doing a rapid clean up of the desktop alone all while chuckling over some blog or another.
I saw a basket of clothing whiz by and mom popped up to start the washer. I could barely see her flying through the crack of the door of the laundry room. The trash lumbered by on the arms of a little boy wearing a coonskin cap, and within five more minutes all five of the children sat in chairs and on the couch with books. I think they were supposed to be reading. They weren't. They were watching the window. I noticed that the little girl with pigtails grew expectant. Her eyes almost bulged! The boy next to her bounced and wriggled. I don't know how he didn't fall off the couch. I heard a door open. The woman at the computer looked up and smiled at someone near the door. Suddenly the children broke away from the couch and tackled a male voice. It was laughing. Clearly papa was home. Once the kidlets welcomed daddy they put their books away (without being told! Way to go MOM!) and raced outside.
I won't tell you what happened next. It would be indiscreet. Not to mention, I think you can guess so why waste perfectly good time telling you about it. There is no subtlety anymore! Dad moved away from the computer screen and to another room. A few minutes later he reemerged in jeans and a t-shirt and hurried out the back door.
I can't tell you what happened next. The mom shut the computer off and I didn't see her until early this morning. That was a beautiful thing to see.
I'll tell you more tomorrow. I'm being sent to bed.