So last night I was munching on some green beans that came straight from my Momma’s garden. Oh man. SoOoOoOo good. I understand that all green beans come from somebody’s garden, but that doesn’t matter. Momma’s are always better, right?
While I was slurping these suckers down, I decided to check on my Square Piece statistics. While it’s important to me not to get too hung up on the stats, every now and then I like to see where my readers are coming from and which posts are being voted most likely to succeed. When all is said and done, Square Piece is my outlet for purging my mind of pettiness and negativity and focusing on life’s silly moments, touching moments, quirky moments, beautiful moments… and to remember who I am. Now along the way, if a random genius stumbles across this blog and can identify with the specific brand of cool that is Square Piece, then I think we both benefit.
But why hasn’t anyone in North Dakota stumbled across it yet? I mean technically the state is shaped like a square-ish piece; so this is kinda a Square Piece crime. Do they have the internet out there? If not, I’m going to have to assume that neither does their neighbor, Montana. Then there’s the gigantic state of Alaska and the teeny, but nevertheless important, state of Vermont.
Okay. Ever since I was in fourth grade I’ve been singing The Fifty Nifty United States. I highly recommend acquainting yourself with this tune as 1) you’ll know all the states alphabetically for the rest of your life and 2) you’ll always win the Scattegories question that requires you to name a state that starts with the letter D, F, G, H, L, P, R, or U. (Did you get ’em all?) What would be wonderful would be for me to be able to sing The Fifty Nifty slightly modified to thank my readers. Except I don’t have the fifty nifty. I have the forty-six nifty.
I think this is best for my ego.
Whatever you do, don’t let North Dakota know what I’m doing over here. If I get all fifty, my head might explode.
…But do you have any friends in Alaska?