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National Delurking Week



Apparently, this is national de-lurking week for blog readers...

You know who you are.

You come here often, and you read, but you never comment.

So here's your chance to come clean.

Post a comment.

Make your presence known.

Be a friend.

No more of this peeping Tom stuff.

Come into the light and let me know you're there.

I won't bite, I promise.

I can't wait to see who comes out of the woodwork.

(Thanks to Mindy for making me aware of this all-important blog holiday.)

Comments

  1. Kate Thaete2:42 PM

    oh man, well i guess i can't ignore a post like that. hi cathy! *waves* i lurk regularly. :) i may have confessed this before, but i can't recall!

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  2. Christine Boles6:00 AM

    Most of mine are lurkers.
    If you push, you might scare 'em off~ let them lurk in peace~ at least they're visiting your site!

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  3. Anonymous7:55 AM

    I lurked. I cried (MY Brian is now a lawyer in AL who married my college roommate who was in love with him on the sly the WHOLE TIME!) Ah well. Thanks for allowing lurking!
    Elaine

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  4. Anonymous5:52 AM

    Didn't know about the delurking thing. But then, I don't lurk, I'm more like an obvious stalker! The truth is, I don't know if I want to know who lurks on my blog. That might intimidate me if I knew who was out there reading my thoughts and ramblings. I think I'm better off being oblivious to that sort of thing.

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  5. Susie1:53 PM

    Oh you heard about this, too... isn't it too funny? I have popped in a couple of times, Cathy. Your photography is beautiful!

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