Up to now I've been lurking in the shadows, hoping for a flash of inspiration; waiting desperately for the day I'd have something really witty to say for the first post on my blog. I've now realized that day will never come. I'm probably not half as witty as I thought.
You might wonder when I came to this conclusion.
And no, I wasn't lying in my bed, having happy thoughts about writing. I was actually cleaning the floors of our house from our dog's puke. Though that wasn't the most pleasant experience, it gave me some insight into myself that only a thorough house-cleaning at 2 am can evoke.
After I'd managed to rid the house of the stench and stopped retching, I realized that, wittiness-be-damned, I'd write my first post the next day.
And here I am.