This all started out as an attempt to post a comment to a dear friend's new blog. And the next thing I know, a blog is born. A new, doddering-in-its infancy, baby blog. And I am it's perplexed mother. Those of you who know me realize that I am not the maternal type. Little ones make me nervous, with all of their decibel-shattering demands and constant craving for attention. (Although, if I couldn't wipe away my own drool, I might also be tempted to squawk until someone noticed & came to my rescue with a Wet-Wipe.) I digress...
This parental foray should be different. No poopy diapers or throw-up to clean up. No getting up at 3 a.m. to feed a cold and starve a fever. (Or is it starve a cold and feed a fever? I can never get that straight.) And I can pay as little or as much attention to it as I feel like, without fear of being reported to the Department of Children's Services.
Hmmm... this motherhood thing may not be so bad after all. As long as it only involves a blog.
2 comments:
Yeah!!! I look forward to reading more! You have a great voice!
Yeah... I guess we're all going to try and blame Lisa for indulging our desires to write and be read.
Nice to meet you neighbor. Funny how in this day and age we've got to bounce our words through endless networks and servers before someone sitting 50 feet away will read them. Kinda like some young hunk of a doctor going to Paris to shift through a couple of dozen women on a tv show just so he can end up falling in love with a girl from his home town. Go figure.
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