Hello, Crickets

I feel like I’m talking to the air. Technically, though, I’m not talking…I’m writing…and to be more specific, blogging…which is writing. I’m confusing myself.

Isn’t it weird to have a blog and wonder if anyone ever reads it? I’m guessing no one reads my little slice of the blogosphere pie. Maybe if I posted a picture of Joe Manganiello and his seriously perfect abs…hmm, must think on that.

Did I mention I have a fear of crickets? Well, crickets and grasshoppers (never really got the difference there). They literally terrify me, and, as luck would have it, they seem to always find me…and hop on the chair next to me…or directly on me. Absolutely NONE of them are ever wearing a top hat, carrying an umbrella, or singing “When You Wish Upon A Star.”

So…okay…this was a completely random post, prompted by a very quiet little blog…quiet apart from the crickets…which are getting louder. Scary. Very scary.