Sometimes life just doesn't seem fair...

...like when you're trying to keep up with other bloggers for instance.

No, I'm not talking about how other bloggers seem to have 1,609 followers with 217 comments per day...

Huh?

No, of course I don't look at those things when I visit other blogs.

Do you?

But...

I have this blog friend, PJ, who is amazing. I mean, seriously. She is intelligent and funny and kind and compassionate and witty and I would say that when I grow up someday I want to be just like her (but I can't because technically I think I might be kinda/sorta older then her already and we're not talking about emotional maturity on my part here, Missy!)

So, anyway, in addition to being all the things I said above, PJ had one special follower that I have been unable to get out of my mind.

She actually had a body part follower.

Huh?

Yes...she had a body part follower.

And not just any body part. It was a serious body part.

Oh, don't go running over there to look now because the body part has since been banned from her followers list which I personally assisted her with because I am the master of all things technical related to blogs...(cough, cough)

Darn, be right back!

So sorry. I was choking there after that remark and I had to go get a drink of water.

But I'm better now.

What was I saying? Oh yea, because I am the master of all things technical (cough, cough) PJ asked me how to remove said offending body part follower which I actually knew how to do.

So she followed my step by step methodical instructions (cough, cough) and removed it.

And that should be the end of the story.

But it's not.

Because now I'm thinking to myself "hey, I have never had a body part as follower!"

Sure, you're wonderful and sweet followers and all, but seriously, am I not worthy of a body part follower.

It doesn't have to be a serious body party like PJ had...it could be a or even a Of course PJ writes just wonderfully which you can see by visiting her post today and I admire her for that.

Perhaps I admire that skill even more then having a hoo haw for a follower, if only for a short time.

But secretly perhaps I don't.

Yes, I said it. PJ had a hoo haw for a follower and I didn't. Ever. I never even got an to follow my blog.

And I'm not really bitter about this even though it might sound like I am.

But I do feel all cheap and dirty now admitting that I'm envious of PJ and her previous hoo haw fan.

But that's what followers are for, right?

To admit our deepest fears and longings and jealousies.

Even if we aren't admitting them to a hoo haw!

Sigh.