I just wrote a post about what may or may not have been my 1500th post. When I hit ‘Publish’, it appeared in the middle of my blog, as if it had been published on 30 December 2011.
You can read it here.
Or you can tell me to give up blogging if I want to save my sanity.
UPDATE:
Thanks to Nancy’s excellent advice, the previous post is now in its rightful place.
Thanks, Nancy!
This is my 1501st post. Number 1500 was this morning’s joke.
I started writing this 542 posts ago for my 1000th post because I wanted to give you something special for my 1000th post, but I forgot to finish it.
I thought I’d make it my shortest post as a reward for your tolerance but my shortest post has already been done: you can’t get shorter than no words at all.
I did consider making it my longest post but I want you to stick around for the 2000th, so consider yourselves escaping narrowly.
So, this is my 1501st post…or is it? According to the patronising WordPress sticker chart that appears each time I publish (Well done! You have reached your target of 1500 posts. Your next target is 1505), it is. But, according to my list of posts, I have published only 1494, and scheduled six.
Look out for a re-blog of this in three days’ time. Or my foot through the WordPress logo.
I am a little fat. I like food; what can I say? I have dull hair: mousey. I don’t wear much make-up and have no need of a dressing table. If I look like a bag lady, I chose my own clothes. If I look nice, the Hub picked them for me. Despite all this, I am a little vain. This photograph is from 2003. I had to go back that far to find one of me that I liked. But I don’t really care: my husband still thinks I’m beautiful and if he doesn’t, he loves me enough to lie about it. I’m lucky. I have two boys. They never lie to me. Still, you can't have everything.
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