Honk if You Read Me

Originally posted April 11, 2006

Today I celebrate 1,000 viewings of my blog. That's right...for whatever reason, people have consulted my musings 1,000 times! Mwahaha. And they're not hits from me, either, because it doesn't register a hit when I look at my own blog. So, thanks for 1,000 reads. Now, if I only had a nickel for every time someone logged on...

Anyway, today I just wanna say....is it really necessary to honk at me 5 million times when I'm walking to/from work? It's getting really old, people. It's now at the point of where I KNOW which pants will get the honks when I wear them (jeans is at the top of the list). I can't wear my sunglasses, because that gets more honks. Absolutely NO skirts. And it's not like I'm traipsing around like a hooker or anything...seriously, I could just be wearing jeans, tennis shoes, a sweater and my pea coat (buttoned), and people will honk like crazy. Half the time it's to make me look at them (which I don't). The other half , they're honking at me from the back.

The majority of the honkers drive beat-up pickup trucks with lawn mowers in the back, and at least three people crammed in the cab. Great.

Damn pervs.

Dom commented: HONK! HONK! hey hot momma!