The laziest blogger ever...

Okay, I've had this blog for a really long time now, and what, I've got 3 posts? WTF? This was started two computers ago! So I've decided it's time to start writing in it, not just when I feel like it or have something to say, but all the time. It may make for boring reading for you, dear internet people, but it isn't all about you now, is it? The fact is, writing is a skill, and you have to keep your chops up. I've always been told I'm a great writer (it's true, I have been told this, not trying to be a snot), but I never put any effort into it at all. But I imagine it's like playing an instrument -- to keep your chops up, you need to practice. And while writing press releases and ranting at morons on Craigslist technically qualifies as writing, I hardly think it passes muster when it comes to the academic rigor in which I was so vehemently trained. So. This is it. It's time to write, dammit.

The real inspiration for this sudden interest in my failed blog is actually my dear husband. He has decided to document his journey down the path of not drinking, and I commend him for it. I've quit drinking as well, in solidarity with him, although before you get the idea this is some kind of saintly sacrifice, one must be aware that I don't really drink that much to begin with. Ironically, I have alcohol scattered everywhere in my business right now, leftovers from a recent party. Lucky for me it's not much of a temptation.


And just for your entertainment, apprapos of nothing, I am including this photo of a bug I saw perched on my shoe on our porch. Please note that while he's camoflaged to look like a leaf, his camo has worked a little too well, and the unfortunate little guy has had his ass munched, for lack of a better way to describe it. For some reason, today I know just how he feels.