Tuesday, Tuesday

I think that Tuesdays are my least favorite day of the week. There's just nothing good that happens on a Tuesday--TV is boring, you've not yet made it past the middle of the week, and you can't use the "it's Monday!" excuse for your general laziness. This leads me into the purpose of this blog. When my husband (who hasn't found me out yet) discovers that I'm a 'blogger', he might just faint. And, I've discovered the one thing we all have in common is family...no, we don't all have husbands or kids (heck, I don't even have kids), but we all come from somewhere. This will be the story of my always loving, mostly crazy, constantly fighting family. Maybe you can identify (that's actually my hope), but if you can't, I hope that you can at least laugh about the insane stories I can share with you. Because if it doesn't make me laugh, it'll certainly make me cry. See you tomorrow!

Never a blog begins...

The other day, my husband ran into the living room and confronted me about a problem. Seriously, he glared in my direction and said, "You need an intervention." Quickly, my ran through the possibilities. Was he referring to my overindulgance in mango rum and orange juice? Or perhaps my inability to stop reading smutty romance novels? He continued, "I sign on to facebook for the first time in 6 months and I noticed that you updated your status. That means that you're not just a facebook stalker anymore--What is wrong with you?!" Obviously those mango rum drinks are going to my head! Is my husband yelling at me for updating my facebook page? Once more he looks at me with contempt in his eyes. "The next thing I know, you'll have a BLOG." And so it begins...