Yesterday, day 27 of summer, was one of those one-day-blends-into-the-others kind of days. Errands, dishes, laundry, exercise etc. Went outside to sit and read for a bit and cranked up the umbrella on my deck so I could use my Kindle. Take a wild guess what fell out of the umbrella! I bet you know!

Seriously? Really, frogs and toads don’t bother me but I’m starting to wonder…
Did I ever tell you that story of my 3- or 4-year-old self with the little toad? Probably not, it’s kind of gross. My parents moved out of the city and into the suburbs when I was about 3 years old. I remember being delighted with my new bedroom, all my own, and my yard and all the wonderful things it contained. Apparently one day in my excitement to show my mother the little toad I’d just found, I squeezed it just a little too hard. Poor thing’s guts squeezed right out of its mouth in my grip. Maybe “frog karma” is finding its way around to me!
Today, day 28 of summer – 4 weeks out of school and hubby’s birthday. Bought this fabulous looking cake at our local Big Y supermarket:

This is for dessert tonight and we are having slow-cooked brisket (this link will take you to a guest post I did about our recipe over at my sister’s old blog) and “loaded” baked potato salad for dinner. I used ranch dressing to mix up with the potatoes and added in red onions, bacon, chives, and shredded cheese for the “loaded” part.
This picture has absolutely nothing to do with what I am blogging about today, but here it is anyway:

Cedric took my spot here at the computer this morning when I got up to let the dogs in. Looks like he’d like my cup of coffee as well.
Lurking
Tags: blogging, cats, comments, fluff, photography
I was wandering the yard the other day looking for excuses to use my camera photo subjects, when I stumbled upon this weed lurking in a corner, near the steps to door of the house that we never use. Does everyone have one of those? (a door you never use, I mean, not lurking weeds. Watch out Gerry, it could be triffids!) It wasn’t a dandelion or milkweed, but it did have lovely fluff, lit up by the sun, floating in the breeze.
These cute little lurkers, plus Kathy’s post, got me wondering about folks who may be lurking around this blog. On a day I’ve published a new post, I’ve noticed this blog gets about 30-60 hits. My most popular day was around 100. The most comments I’ve ever gotten I think is around 28 – and half of those are me, responding to your comments. A more average number of comments is around 16 or so – again with half of those being me. (Does everyone know that I respond to your comments? Do you come back and check?) That seems to me that maybe an average of one fourth of the folks who have some sort of look at the blog leave a comment. That makes the rest of you lurkers! Lurkers, any chance you would unlurk? I’d love to know who you are, just to say hello! I’m really not a scary sort, so don’t be afraid. Say hi, as long as you are not a spammer.
I found another lurker while I was out aimlessly wandering seriously shooting adorable balls of fluff. It was actually another fluffball
but I suppose I can’t call Cedric a true lurker. Although he watched the goings-on from his post in the windowsill, he’s rarely one to be without comment.
“C’mon, Mom. Stop spending so much time playing with that camera and come in and pay attention to me!” Cedric will never be shy about his comments.