T is for Townsend on Facebook

Alright guys I did it. 

Did what, you ask? I made a Facebook page for my blog.

All the cool bloggers have one, and Helene told me I need one; and if Helene says it we all know it's true. Cause she's basically blog famous and knows all about that stuff.

All that to say, I'm going to kindly request that you to go "like" my Facebook page so that I don't feel like a loser who created a Facebook page for their blog and nobody likes it. Because that's what I might feel like. Because my self-worth lies in Facebook and Instagram likes, and blog comments, and other social media feedback of the like. I'm kidding of course; my self-worth lies in the number on the bathroom scale, just like every other woman. Kidding, again. I should probably stop with the jokes. The thing is, it's past 11:00pm and I really had nothing to write about tonight, but since I just made my super cool new Facebook page for my blog I felt an obligation to come post something new. But I couldn't really think of anything good. So I sat here for a few minutes and decided I'll just open my computer, log onto Blogger, and see if I have anything to say by the time that cursor starts blinking at me. Turns out all I have is bad jokes. Bad jokes and no pictures. What kind of a blog post has no pictures?? Cause I'm a child and I still require pictures to go with lots of words. Too many words, not enough pictures - me no likey. 

So anyway, it's there now, out in the Facebook world and if you decide you want to mosey on over and hit that button with the thumbs up on it, I wouldn't be mad.

K bye.