DeLurking Day 2010

Come out, come out where ever you are!!

Suddenly my Statcounter has fallen from 170 to only 85 today. Is it because it is DeLurking Day and some of you ran scared? Did you think I'd ask you to come out of hiding?

Well, you were right, I do want that, but seriously? I'm not going to hurt you.

You are safe here.

That's it (extending a treat filled hand). Come here, it's okay, I don't bite. Really, I don't.

Awww.....you're so cute (putting my arm around your shoulder).

Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?

Wow. Is that a purr I hear?

My home here, is your home. Please introduce yourself and feel free to come back when ever you would like.

P.S. Please just ignore the flasher, he's TOTALLY harmless. Really.

Whooooo Are You? Who? Who?

Did you know that it is National DeLurking Week?

What does that mean? It means that those of you that read It's A Schmitty Life, you know, all five of you, that don't normally leave me any comment love, MUST DO SO this week.

If you don't then you have to babysit all three of my kids. For a whole weekend. Oh yea, and the dog.

Okay, I'm kidding. I wouldn't leave my kids with complete strangers, so don't be getting your panties all in a bunch. Yea, you lady, I know you were all ready to report me to Children's Services and whatnot.

Plus my kids? I wouldn't subject anyone to that for a whole weekend anyway. Not even my family, much less total strangers that I might even like.

But really, if you are a reader of this here blog, leave me a comment. Let me know you are out there. Stroke my ego. Tell me what you love about It's A Schmitty Life.

And if you must, tell me what you don't like [shutter], though I must warn you, I'm fragile. Don't be too harsh, you wouldn't want me having to up my meds, would you? Those little pills are expensive!

Finally, as my way of saying thanks for humoring me, I leave you with this:

A bus stops and two Italian men get on. They sit down and engage in an animated conversation.

The lady sitting next to them ignores them at first, but her attention is galvanized when she hears one of them say the following:

'Emma come first. Den I come. Den two asses come together. I come once-a-more! Two asses, They come together again. I come again and pee twice. Then I come one lasta time.'

The lady can't take this any more, 'You foul-mouthed, sex-obsessed pig!' She retorted indignantly. 'In this country, we don't speak aloud in public places about our sex lives.'

'Hey, coola down lady, ' said the man. 'Who talkin'abouta sex? I'm a Justa Tellin my frienda how to spell ' Mississippi ','

$5.00 says you're gonna read this again!