Okay, so here's the funny thing...I don't really know what a blog is. Seriously. I don't know why they exist or who reads them (unless you're one of the few people I have begged to read this blog). All I know is that my friend Marie watched Julie & Julia about a year ago and said to me, "That's what you need to do! Start a blog!" So I did. And the rest is obviously posted here. One of the kindergarten mom friends, who is very soft spoken and kind (and an accomplished writer), mentioned that some other blog could link to my blog. I stared at her blankly. She raised her eyebrows and said, sweetly but really to the point, "You know, maybe you should read a few blogs before writing one."
But I can't read them now, because subconsciously (or consciously, if I really couldn't think of anything to write), I'd copy them.
But...I feel sorry for anyone who has to read all my random thoughts. In fact, the funniest thing is that I have waxed eloquently about how boringly belly-button-contemplating Facebook is, yet (as Marie pointed out with great humor), clearly those rules are suspended when I choose to devote an entire web site to just my thoughts! Hey, the way I see it, you don't have to read what I write. Actually, as I think I've pointed out, nobody is reading it. Except my sister, who promised to be my follower only after being bribed with the lobster paella dinner and an entire bottle of chardonnay. I'm not proud. I'll take it.