(as seen in The New Yorker, February 11, 2008)
You can save this one and pull it out if ever you have to remind someone at home how important you are.
Do you get as much flak from your family about blogging as I do from mine? They just don't understand. We have our public to consider each and every day, don't we? I mean.....how can they fault us for spending so much time on the computer when we have responsibilities in blogland? We have to post......and visit.....and comment.......and go back to see the comments posted after ours......and then re-post and start all over. It's a never-ending cycle and I love it!
If my dad were still alive, today he would have turned 100. He was born March 11, 1908. Rest in PEACE, Daddy! Edit! My daughter pointed out that it was my mother who was born in 1908; Daddy was born in 1904 - so he would be 104. I guess I had an elder moment.....LOL