One More Thing: The Fine Print

Just so you know...so you don't ask me about it later...I'm skipping posts about the obvious stuff.

There is no need to bore you with how much I love my husband.

Or about how my parents are ridiculously better than yours (so we don't even need to go there...you'll never convince me otherwise).

Or how my brother works harder and knows perseverance like no one I've never met.

Or how my sister is mind-numbingly creative and wickedly funny.

I'm not filling up blog space with anyone about whom a college freshman would write "most influential person ever" essay in their first semester comp class. And if the person could ever possibly be listed in the dreaded ice breaker "Name any 3 people you'd have dinner with if you could," well, you won't find them here.

(Just FYI, my loathing for that ice breaker came from dinner in the cafeteria my first night in college when one girl--I shit you not--answered (in a stereotypical sing-songy, 18-year-old-white-girl voice), "Oprah, Jesus, and Grover." Gah. I almost puked. And let's be honest, it's hard to tell who, out of that triumvirate of greatness, should be most offended.)

I'm glad we have penicillin and the internet and Diet Coke. I'm not going to talk about it here.

There will be posts about things lots and lots of people like (I'm not suggesting that this will be some super hip blog of new and obscure things), but I hope I'll talk about them in a new way. Or at least a way that is particular to my view of the world.

Okay. That's all I can think of. It may actually be time to start blogging now.