|You know you're a blogger when you reach for the camera first|
There I was with a saggy Friday night brain considering what I might like to round the week off with. Something on what I've been doing? No, no one cares. A discussion about parenting classes? Maybe, but I'm too tired to do it justice. The Greek financial position? Depressing and a bit dull.
So I asked Twitter. Lovely people - @cafebebe and @MichelleCPorter - had some excellent suggestions. Then @dorkymum said: "or poo - always good for the stats."
Hmmm. An agonised account of our, as yet, unsuccessful attempts to make Boy Three un-feral? (Or is de-feral better?) But real poo isn't actually that much fun. Or, whether it's acceptable to fart and blame your nappy-wearing toddler? Theoretically, of course.
But no, here was I - a nearly 45-year-old woman with far too much to do - spending precious time and energy thinking about how I would write about poo.
Then the light went on, time for another "you know you're a blogger when" post...
You know you're a blogger when you consider writing about poo because you know it'll be popular.
You know you're a blogger when you know what the whole follow/no follow kerfuffle is all about.
You know you're a blogger when you can meet people in the flesh for the first time yet feel like you've known them for years.
You know you're a blogger when the postie starts asking what you're reviewing next.
You know you're a blogger when you see something interesting and rush to take a picture of it, instead of cleaning it up or sorting it out.
You know you're a blogger when your wind-down to the weekend now features Blogger.com rather than Gordon's and tonic (although I'm not ruling it out).
You know you're a blogger when sometimes you simply have to blog about it right now.
How do you know?