A message to my friends: "Well, I finally decided to start a blog..."

Here is the obligatory "first post." I am supposed to write about how everyone keeps bugging me to start a blog. I am also supposed to write about how I intend to use this as a sort of journal and I hope I can keep up with it. I am definitely supposed to say something like, "I can't imagine WHY anyone would want to read about little old me, and my very boring family."

But here's the thing: I am an avid and satisfied blog-stalker. I love hearing about what you did on your birthday. I can't wait to read about the stupid thing your husband did last week. I pour over your vacation photos like they are my own. And I especially, ESPECIALLY love to read about the time your kid broke his leg/started school/cursed in front of your mother-in-law/covered themselves in baby powder/ran naked through the neighborhood. It's all funny. Or it's sad. Or it's cute. But most of all, it ISN'T boring. So I'm going to go ahead and join you in writing about the details of my life that make it mine, with the hope that you'll be as entertained by my minutia as I am by yours.

Now I'll stop being so self-aware. Happy blogging!