And so it begins...

I never wanted a blog, and I'm still not convinced I do. Not that I've anything against them, mind you...no, I have several I read on a semi-regular basis, including the DH's when he finally updates it.

I guess it boils down to not having been sure I have anything much to say. Until I was spouting off about one of the usual idiocies I come across on a daily basis, and when I paused to take a breath, the DH (and he really is - I'm lucky, I know it) said, "You know, you really need a blog."

Stopped in mid-rant, I gaped at him. "I don't need no stinkin' blog!", I said, elegantly. "No, think about it," he replied. "You have all these strong opinions (the man is far too smart to say gripes) and you're so articulate about them (I have to give him that), that a blog would give you an outlet for them."

Hmm. Now mind you, I've been married to this brilliant fellow for 13 years. I know him pretty well, and was well aware that he had an ulterior motive. Get me grousing here, and maybe I'd spare him. Of course, the poor darling underestimates my capacity for spewing forth, but he'll learn. And so, you poor sap, will you.