So my husband (who shall be referred to as Jimmy) says I should write a book. Actually he’s been saying this for a few years now. Quite frankly, I do not believe it has anything to do with supporting any sort of creative endeavor or encouraging me to find myself through the creative writing process. The man would whore me out to the highest bidder if it brought him any closer to an early retirement. Hell, he’d whore himself out…..
Anyway, a couple sentences in and I’m digressing. I can’t write. Oh, I can write notes to teachers apologizing for my 9 year olds creative use of the F-word, lists of chores that my kids deem beneath them….things like that. But a book? Are you kidding me? I barely have time to read a book, never mind write one.
But you have all these stories, he says. They are funny. They make people laugh. Who else do these things happen to? Well, I’ll tell you who… NOBODY, that’s who. So for the good of mankind or maybe just to appease my husband, I shall write a blog. A funny blog with lots of self deprecating humor and really no value whatsoever. In layman’s terms, you will not leave here with any sort of grand revelations or aha moments. It’s just me, my life, and my continuing journey to amuse my audience at the expense of myself.
Oh…and I’d prefer not to do the whole whore thing…..
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