Who cares if I wrenched my back boogieing to the new Robert Plant tune. It seemed like the right thing to do, after all me and the little old bloggie had reached a benchmark. Yep we now had 55 followers. 55 followers in blogsppeak means 55 people sign up to follow what I regurgitate, (not such a good choice of word for a cooking blog), I know. 55 followers mean that in actuality 2 people occasionally read Veganville. One brave soul actually contemplates making one of my recipes. But Wowee anyway! With 55 followers I could call my blog GiGiTown. We could be a cruciferous cult and wear faux fur hats. We'd all eat my tofu nuggets three times a week. Followers would build GiGi Town cupcake goddess shrines. Just when I was coming up with a good chant, "I wanna take you to GiGiTown, GiGiTown", I saw that one follower had jumped ship. GiGitown was but a dream. Veganville now had 54 followers again. I know exactly who jumped ship too. It was someone with the handle veggiegail. My mommy almost named me Gail too. I was almost my own follower. Well that's too bad, veggiegail. You'll just have to miss out on my delicious agave sweetened kool - aid.