I have hit an unforeseen snag in my journaling here. I forgot that people would be reading this thing. Which means I have to be careful about what I say.
I can't write about my husband; in an earlier post I referred to him as my "tends-to-get-grumpy husband" and he got all grumpy about it. I face a similar problem with friends, siblings, parents, in-laws and cousins. (And I gotta say, not being able to write about family curtails a virtual bottomless well of material)
I can't write about things that happen at work. How awkward would it be for me to talk about the (hypothetical) whack-job coworker two floors down and then end up reporting to them two months from now?
My kids are still fair game - the baby can't read yet and the older ones aren't allowed online unsupervised. Whew!
Which means that most of the posts here are going to be about me. Just me. It's the polite thing. I'm only pointing this out so you won't think I'm actually this self-centric. I mean, do I seem like the kind of person who would set up a website dedicated to the glorification of myself?
You don't have to answer that.