There’s things I can’t blog about. Stories I can’t tell. Sometimes I can’t tell them because they aren’t mine. Sometimes they are PART-mine, but if it isn’t mine outright, I do not tell the story. I try not to even refer to the stories.
The upshot is, last year I blogged very little, and when I did, I blogged about …
the extremely loud and incredibly close cat vomit festival that woke us up around 2 am. Let us set the stage. Our bedroom is ALL hardwood floors, with a single, tiny, rectangle of...
Published on January 24, 2013 09:38