For a long time, the blog known as "The Mormon Child Bride," was a fairly anonymous endeavor. It started out as a "note" on my now obliterated facebook account, and I talked about how my grandma was sure to kill me for coloring my hair dark purple. Three people read it.
For awhile, when I was still a naive blogger, one not afraid of nasty comments about how I'm not a good Mormon because I don't like Mitt Romney, I wrote about social-political issues that I found meaningful. Some crazies had found my blog, and taken offense, bumping my readership up to, oh, 7.
Then I got extremely lazy. I started writing about bloggers who bugged me, words I didn't like, and by my 100th post, I had sunk to the point of discussing my underwear. Fabulous. I'm sure glad I work my pants off to get an education. For some reason, at this point, my readership decided to spike. Do not ask me, I don't know how it happened.
I found out today that the father of one of Dan's friends (Allison, Sarah, it's RITCHIE'S DAD) read my blog. I was mortified. He mentioned it a few days ago, which means my friend's dad now knows that the girls roam free. crap. crap. crap. (When Dan told me, my reaction was along the lines of "SH&^%!!!! Does he know I say bad words on my blog!!???" Dan said something about how the man uses bad words on the phone, but I was not comforted.)
To cap off my day, the son of said father, (who now knows waaay to much about me,) was over at my apartment helping Dan move the heavy furniture to our new place. During this time he happened to find a highly inappropriate message that I wrote to Dan on my chalkboard table.
Perhaps it is a sign. A sign that I should take my blog private, save the chalkboard for basic math equations, or, most preferably, melt into the ground from humiliation.