Do you read much?

I've received a bit of gentle nudging in the direction of my very own blog. Of course, I'm not sure that this is because I'm interesting so much as I just don't ever stop talking, and people find if they suggest I start a blog it derails my train of thought enough for them to escape. Regardless, here I am to chronicle my world as I see it unfolding. I don't know who will read this, but I figure it's similar to finding someone's lost grocery list in the parking lot. If I didn't pick it up and read it, maybe no other stranger would and then all that list making work was wasted. Yeah, I'm that woman.

I once came home from running errands and told my husband, "I saw a house that just has a creepy feeling emanating from it. It seems like the kind of house a stalker might live in. I drove past it three times but still couldn't see anything inside because the blinds were turned just enough, so I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure they're up to no good".

This is the kind of thing I'll blog about, just to forewarn you, because my world would most certainly be incomplete without the constant and perplexing backward thought process that has gotten me this far.

I'll end my first blog with this: owls 'distribute' pellets because they cannot urinate, and someone near and dear to me once told me he could "breathe through his butt". Unfortunately, he had only figured out how to exhale, he could not yet inhale. This is true. Well, the second part is true. I just found out about a week ago that the first statement isn't. Owls can pee. I did not see that coming.

10/4.