You’ve Been Twotted: The Fitch

So I learned something about myself tonight.

If I really enjoy a post, I may just forget to click the “like” button as I leave after leaving a heartfelt comment! 

I already confessed I might be liking your posts regularly but I’m not subscribed to your offerings. Please point this out if so!

Fortunately, that nag thing inside often catches it and tells me to go back…

I recently gave up battling a new phone and typos got left behind. We never leave a warped word behind, the nag said. The thing wants me to go find and fix them. I told it to shut up.

I am of the learning to type by typewriter clanage and just before the mass dawning of cell phones, social media and the internet itself. I made a giant that recently made me a perfect little granddaughter.

At the hardest time in my life, I found WP and took the skeleton approach, minimal, to play. I figured it out as I rolled along, a wheel gone flat.

It has grown into so much more now, and I appreciate everyone here and the fact that you are here.

My skills are still Kindergarten-Styled, Old School, but with a twist of crass.

I do my best…