I can’t say for sure until I do some research in the 20/20 archives, but I don’t think I have ever had NOBODY come to this blog. But that is exactly what happened — or didn’t happen — August 14th, 2011. I suppose I can’t really expect the viewing public, both of you, to look at 2o Fingers, 20 Toes if even I can’t be bothered to look at it. I am reminded of the early years, back in early 2008, back when I was in the throes of “full-time stay at home with my awesome daughters and lose my cotton-pickin’ mind”-ness. Truly. My early 40’s have been the beginning of the second half of my life. Nothing like the first life at all, except for the fact that my brain was still in my head, though only semi-functional. The first half of my life was spent indulging me, me, my friends, and me, then more of me. From what I can tell, post 40 is all about everybody else.
I miss “us”, you and me. You know who you are. You have never left my heart. Let’s spend more time together, shall we? xo J
20 Fingers, 20 Toes 
Glad the corner has, if not been turned, at least been glimpsed. 40+ coming out of the shadows of tiny-people-centric years is fierce, no? Like cubism. In a good way. (Not that there is a good way for cubism, but I’m hoping I just don’t know yet, still being in the thick of it and whatnot. I’m holding out hope for 40+-self-cubism.)
No views? Dang! Not even for hot milfs and their neti pots?