I think we all know what a 45-degree angle looks like. And we know what a slope, dropping down at 45 degrees looks like. Like fun skiing, like nasty winter driving, like…
the stats for my blog ever since the Internet went out at my house.
Oh, they’ll recover, I suppose. It’s just a wee titch annoying that once I’d (or rather, you’d) finally cranked the hits up to almost 2k a day, Mother Nature (just as much of a bitch as my biological mother, and quite possibly as big a bitch as my stepmother, although it must be admitted, somewhat less likely to sell off my family heirlooms to purchase dreadful antiques and very definitely less likely to stencil cows with gingham aprons all around the ceiling of any rooms; Mother Nature prefers her cows with all four hooves firmly on the ground, except when she likes to send them flying in windstorms, which brings us back to why I still have no internet and why Mother Nature is a bitch).
God hates blogs.
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