After hearing for the fifteenth time (well, third time, but who's counting), "Where's your blog? How come you don't have a blog? Get a freakin' blog!!", it happened. I caved. Hope you're happy.
To those of you who may actually read this, I can't promise that it will be funny, enlightening, or even interesting to anyone except myself. I'm not even going to promise that I'll remember to update it. I can, however, almost assuredly predict that I'll spend a significant amount of time rambling on about the woes of being a golf widow, the demands of motherhood and how uncool my Friday nights have become since I took up scrapbooking.
But hey, you asked for it, so deal. Who knows . . this might be therapeutic.