Of course you do.
I followed back a Google hit on my blog and found, to my complete mystification, Bluestalking is listed on a website called Book Club for Hotties. I think I saw that once before, but they say the memory's the first to go. I probably already commented on it, and for that I apologize.
Even more ironic, today's photo of the day indicates how stereotypically middle aged I am, how reliant on joint supplements and heavy-duty pain relievers in order to function like a semi-normal human being. Well, like a human being. Like a being? All this assuming I'll live to 86 (SEE: Doubt, It), of course.
Speaking of, I should remind Paul that in general men don't live as long as women. So instead of being middle aged he's probably just over the hump, starting the slow slide down the other side. He likes facts, and I enjoy sharing. But with my luck, all he'd hear is "hump," then tune out the rest.
We've discussed how my childhood spent hiding in caves helped protect my skin from premature wrinkles. All well and good, but having three children has contributed to a little issue called grey hair. Good thing I'm a blonde this week. Grey hair blends in a lot better when your hair's a lighter shade. Another bit of wisdom I've learned along life's highway, wisdom I'm happy to share.
All this because I follow back Google searches, choosing to ignore taglines like "Because Books Are So Hot!", believing instead it's ME they find hot, not just the fact I talk about books a lot.
Delusion. Sometimes it's all you have. But I have to admit, the whole concept is very, very funny.