To Do Lists Are Funny

I think I had one around here somewhere, and I'm pretty sure it had some kind of note on there to water my now-brown houseplants. Thank god the cat is more vocal than the ferns, or she'd look desiccated, too. Anyhoo, I eschewed all short and practical tasks for the long and convoluted project that is figuring out how to get my blogs directly on my web site. Done, only 24 hours later. Yeah, my husband only thinks I know anything about computers. Only Mitch knows the truth - I rely on dumb luck and the skills of others. So, one of my friends today suggested I make this blog about my pregnancy, since I was searching for the right book to write in in order to give a snapshot of my thoughts to my second-born. I already did one book (still in progress) for Kane, but I don't know; I dig this whole Blog idea, but I want this more for me, and frankly, who knows how long it'll stick around - I can't suppose that when Dos comes of age, Blog will still be hosting my free diary, now can I. Paper may burn in fire, but chances are, it won't. And now that I've jinxed myself, I hear a little boy getting up -- rather crankily, I might add - from his nap.