I promise I will be very sporadic in posting.
I promise you will not understand much, if any, of what I post.
I think I can keep those promises!
I also promise this is very therapeutic for me. I don't know why I put that in "promise" form. Probably because I have this disorder where I start a trend and then I can't let it go until long after it has ceased to be funny.
And I promise that while a fellow blogger did inspire me to start this fun, I am not intending to plagiarize... or steal followers... or advertising dollars... or to win the internet. It's all yours. And I'm not even getting any advertising dollars. Let me know if I piss you off, hopefully we can find a way to both be happy.
Anyway, for starters, let's have some intros. This is me:
I have a dog. I call him Muppy (it's a mash-up of Mutt and Puppy. No that isn't his real name, but he gets called that more often than anything else) I also have a husband. For the sake of this blog, I'm going to call him the Designated Hitter. The internet acronym of DH (dear husband) always makes me think of designated hitter, and I don't know what else to call him. No, he doesn't hit me, and quite frankly I'm not a fan of the DH rule, but just go with it. I did promise this wouldn't make any sense. Anyway, I didn't draw a picture of either of them yet. You'll see them someday. Muppy is black and has a feather-duster for a tail. Designated Hitter is tall, and doesn't have a tail.
I have a family. They're all nuts. They'll probably be the prime focus of this blog. Like I said: therapeutic. Designated Hitter has a family too, and they're also nuts but in a much different (and somewhat less traumatic) way. Muppy was a Humane Society rescue, his first family was probably the most traumatic but we're his family now. And we try not to torture the poor beast.
I am typically a morning person, and it is well past my bedtime now. I've been stuck in an insomniac cycle lately though. I am going to try to go to bed now.
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