According to the delightfully diminutive Sheryl of Paper Napkin, this is now Delurking Week. The second annual.
With that in mind, if you regularly frequent this site, and even if you irregularly infrequent this site, please take 30 seconds to post a salutory comment just below. I'd greatly appreciate it and would cherish the opportunity to get to know who reads this tripe.
If you don't, I'll pinch my son until he cries and post a photo of the cutest crying baby the world has ever known. Nobody wants that, now, do they? Great big crocodile tears blazing a path through the remnants of dried oatmeal clinging to my son's cheeks until, finally, the tears trickle into the corners of his mouth where the salty residue triggers latent memories of his time in his mother's womb; his subsequent pining will spur on a whole new round of blubbering, further propogating the emotional fiasco to the point where he will require counselling until he reaches the age of majority.
How could you be so cruel? Really!!