I have been thinking about the possibility of starting a blog for months (a.k.a. procrastinating in fear of strangers and creepers reading about my daily events), but I just decided that today is no better than any other day to just bare my soul to you. So here we go. . .
If today's blogging events are any indication of my future blogging career, I am already concerned. It took me a good 30 minutes to figure out how to crop a picture of myself. Then I spent another 30-45ish minutes attempting to follow my friends' blogs. I successfully followed my own blog and can't find my friends. I don't know a lot about blogging, but I'm pretty sure I'm aware of when I am writing a post, so I can't anticipate needing a notification telling me to read what I have just written.
I am hoping this blog will be a great exercise in me being open and honest. In an effort to jump start my honesty, I will share with you a picture of our living room in its current state:
I have been looking for a new couch for months to replace some old couches that my aunt gave us when we first got married. We ended up finding a great couch this week off craig's list but haven't found anyone to take the old couches. Needless to say, it looks like a furniture showroom/yard sale around here.
While I am baring my soul, take a look at what I found in the deep fathoms of our dungeon (a.k.a. pantry). Things tend to disappear upon entry. It looks like something off of Edward Scissorhands.
Off to get ready for my secret date with the husband. I know we will be outside all evening, which just sounds delightful. Currently the highlight of the day was finding husband's rattiest boxers in the trash (these things had more holes than swiss cheese and ceased to serve any real purpose in terms of true underwear). Apparently he put his foot through one of the man-made holes and not the original. I am trusting that our date will replace the boxer highlight, but I could go to bed happy as-is.
