Turns out my follow button is just there to serve an aesthetical purpose . . . like a set of blueberries that are hopelessly not connected to the rocket if you catch my drift. You touch it, nothing happens. I feel so emasculated. And when I want to join your site, I'm told
We were unable to handle your request. Please try again or return a bit later.
Which is Bloggerspeak for go to hell.
I console myself knowing that Penny's fictional character (AKA my pal Gary) shares my frustration and utterly undeserved electronic emasculation. Yes, that's a mouthful and doesn't necessarily cover what I had in mind. But I'm a gentleman, so any pleasant thoughts I might have involving, you know, serious butt whipping, slow-paced tickling and a ton of penguin poo - basically anything appropriate to punish our Blogger Buddies - I will just keep those thoughts to myself. Consider it my version of political correctness, you Blogger Screwups. Go tell your Mommas how very much ashamed you are.
So it's back to +add in the good ole reading list if you're still interested in showing me some love.
But I understand if that's asking too much.
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