So this blogging thing is cool. Everybody and their dog has a blog where they rant and rave and complain and wax philosophic about life and the people in it.
So I figured, if Fluffy has a blog then I and my opposable thumbs should certainly get one. I mean, I can type. Doesn’t that grant me the right to my own little corner of the world wide web?
So I join the legion of dissatisfied, disillusioned, and disturbed, the malcontents and malevolent, and the few happy bloggers that manage to find their rose colored glasses on the bedside table each morning. (The rest of us just smash our alarm clocks and blindly stagger toward the shower.)
Honestly, I laugh at the idea that anyone but Miriam will be reading this. But hopefully I shall persevere, and maybe it’ll make a funny little keepsake to show my kids.
Oh, and hey Miriam. Love ya! 
I LOVE YOU TOO!
And YOU don’t smash your alarm clock. You just sleep until two. Lies and calumny.