Company! I'll bake a cake.

... but it's virtual. So are you, though, so it all works out.

So, hey, wow, I've got readers. And comments. This is Very Cool. I feel like I've been sitting alone at a bar, talking to myself, and someone just came and at next to me and joined the convo. Finally, the opportunity to look sane!

Confession time: I blog because I'm a

I thought I'd make scrapbooks for my kids, hahaha, and after spending Idontknoworwanttothinkabouthowmuch money on supplies, I have, literally, one picture cropped and placed in Perp's book. However. Since that picture is this one:

I feel I should get credit for two pages.

So this blog is basically my attempt to keep some kind of record of their childhoods. Check me out, I've only missed two years of Perp's so far. *sigh* Better late than never and all that shit, right?

The fact that other people have started reading it is gravy as far as I'm concerned. I know that at some point I'll write about things that piss some people off, and if I get enough readers, I'm sure to attract trolls, but I suppose that's the risk you take when you put your life out in public. Just look at Brit and her little visit from DCFS (note that Forbes is reporting. Will Sean Preston's head injury affect the Dow? Tune in at 6 for the details!). So I expect to get shit from someone for something, sometime, and if that's the price I have to pay to actually have a record of the cute things my kids do, I guess I can deal.

'cause they do some cute-ass shit.