I decided to do NaBloPoMo, even though I can’t remember the last time I did it successfully, and even though I have no desire to get involved in the “official” crap that kind of goes along with it because why?
Except, I’m suffering with my headache thing that you don’t know about, because I made a joke one time about you guys not caring that I was in the hospital, except I did it really awkwardly so that it didn’t come across at all that I actually WAS in the hospital, and then I never bothered to actually explain very well because I don’t really have much information beside “sometimes my head hurts real bad!”
So I started to write a placeholder post because I didn’t want to fail on the first day, and it turned into this real meta thing about how I couldn’t fail on the first day because of — well, it turned into a THING, which made it more of an actual THING than a placeholder.
THIS is a placeholder:
That’s my daughter. Penelope. Maybe you’ve heard of her. She’s 18 months old now.
This is Phil. For our two year anniversary last week, I got him a custom caricature of himself as the Tenth Doctor from Doctor Who.
(He got me a Coach wristlet and a collection of DVDs he carefully selected from mentions I made of things I had watched over and over during my childhood and growing up years, including The New Adventures of Pippi Longstocking and Queen: Live at Wembley ’86, among others. It was close.
No, it wasn’t. I love my gifts and he’s a thoughtful husband, but I KICKED HIS ASS AT GIFTING THIS YEAR.)
Those two are my family. We won’t be together for most of November, but I am looking forward to telling you about them in the old fashioned bloggish way. And about me. Mostly about me.
