I am surprised that my 300th blog post slipped by without anyone sending me chocolates or balloons. But I am equally, if not more, surprised that I unintentionally wrote my 300th blog post (according to my blog stats) about R.L. Stine writing 300 novels. Spooky, huh? What if this whole blog has been the first chapter of a horror novel? It only took us 300 pages to figure out something is hideously wrong.
What? You didn’t get the 300 chocolates I sent you in the mail with a personalized “Happy 300th” engraving on the box?! The post office will Certainly be hearing from me tomorrow! Meanwhile, keep an eye on your mailman’s weight and watch for chocolate stains on his uniform…
Mailman strikes again! Same guy that stole the Christmas present you sent me. I should have known when I spotted him wearing gauzy hippy blouses from Anthropologie.
That’s an igneoinus way of thinking about it.