It has come to my attention...

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I am becoming increasingly aware that more people are reading this blog than I thought. You come, you read, you leave. You don't comment. You know who you are. Speak up!

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Loren Eaton said…
Uh, hallo.

Please don't hurt me.
February 19, 2008 at 7:32 AM
Amy said…
Loren, you are a faithful commenter. You are not among the mystery guests. But, see folks? This is what I'm talking about. :)
February 19, 2008 at 8:14 AM
Autumn said…
I think I have commented...but just in case...I visit almost daily and have enjoyed your (blog) reccommendations as well. You have a great style and I can relate to much of the content. :)

Autumn
February 19, 2008 at 11:27 PM
Unknown said…
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February 20, 2008 at 11:41 AM
Cool Dad said…
regular commenter here, but i just wanted to encourage the lurkers to come into the light! (i messed up my previous comment, so i'm the deleted one)
February 20, 2008 at 11:43 AM
Justmatt said…
I randomly stumbled upon this site - and think in is the best thing since sliced bread! I agree with Cool Dad - come in to the light!
February 20, 2008 at 12:41 PM
Frantic Home Cook said…
Amy...

Totally agreed with your comment at Kamp Krusty about feeling sorry for the wives. YES! I was wondering if the whole thing seemed a little one-sided. Kind of like when my ex-pastor preached about a husband being denied sex whenever he wants it is akin to a wife being thirsty and having her husband deny her water. Are you kidding me? We need water to live...the other? Men won't die without it for a day contrary to what they may think.
February 27, 2008 at 9:27 PM
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