Mystery Lurkers

I have recently discovered that I have invisible lurkers. 

Wait, are all lurkers invisible? Is it a given?

** I have a confession: am actually an ex-lurker..stalker, if you will. I started this blog about a year ago and before that it was pretty much my job to stalk and never comment. ever.**

 Well, life is funny and I have now been given my own set of lurkers. I don't know how many, but I know it's enough. {{Shout out to my lurkers- hi!} 

 I have enough lurkers that the word has been spread as to what type of lube we use and what happened to said lube to my father in law.

 Mr. B got a phone call on Saturday afternoon from his dad laughing and telling him had about 4 people come up to him at their Christmas party telling him about the whole Pre-seed shenanigans. 

Information he doesn't want to know. And doesn't need to know. ever.

He put the phone on speaker and the laughing and defending and warnings took over.

My blog isn't necessarily intended for men. 

Or for father in laws. 

Of course, Mr. B had no idea I had posted such things.

Of course, I had no idea his dad's co-workers or friends he goes to church with reads such things!

Of course, we never intended for his dad to discover such things.

Of course, Mr. B was a bit embarrassed and thought I shouldn't be writing about such things.

And of course, I say- it's my blog.

It's a free country.

It's a funny story.

Our dog ate our expensive lube.

So what.

Who cares.

It's not always easy to think of things to blog about so when something like this happens I consider it a God-send.

Similar to the story of his dad calling.

Somethings are just worth documenting.

It's our life- love it or leave :)

Ok fine, I will admit I was a tad embarrassed too. 


I may be dreading their visit this weekend just a little bit- it's a little too fresh in the memory to see each other just yet.

If you're a secret follower please be bold and officially follow and/or comment so I get a better feel for my audience and maybe I can tone it down sometimes. It's no guarantee. 

Or how about we just don't tell Smelly Senior and we can keep this between you and me. Ka peash? {I have no idea how to spell that and don't feel like googling it, but its Uncle Jesse's saying from Full House.}