As I stumble wearily towards my Christmas break, I’m not entirely sure how much blogging I’ll be doing after I cross the December 21 finish line. Maybe a bit, maybe a lot, maybe none. I’ll see how the mood takes me.
Currently the mood seems to be taking me to a semi-comatose position on the couch with the occasional dip in the ocean.
So I thought I’d fill you in on my top 10 blogs posts of the year now, as I can’t think I’m going to blow it out of the park in the next two weeks.
There will be no accidental triceratops sex position viral moments.
OK, I should have learned by now not to make such sweeping statements, as they tend to bring out the impish side in the universe.
But on with the show … which, ironically, is still – more than three years after I wrote it – dominated by the damn triceratops blog.
He was quite startled, but I think he’s reluctantly becoming accustomed to my lack of verbal boundaries.
Actually, the top 10 list is mainly dominated by back catalogue favourites. Only three posts I actually wrote in 2017 made the list.
The No1. blog post was followed by two oldies but goodies that targetted the mum market:
And then things descended to where they usually descend, sex:
My dog almost dying was the most popular 2017 post:
Then it was back to sex:
Then sort of sex, well the result of it:
and, finally, the downsides of being a single mum:
Speaking of crying, I’ll be doing a lot of that this afternoon at “clap out”, which sounds like an STD, but is what they call the guard of honour that the year 6 kids walk through as they exit primary school for the last time.
Have a good weekend, I’m looking forward to getting away for a couple of days. Hope you have something fun planned too.
Song of the day: Snow Patrol “Headlights on dark roads”
PS If it was the top 10 blog posts I wrote in 2017 they would be …