A young rebel.
Well, hello there. So I swore I’d never be one of those people who started a blog, posted a few entries, and then proceeded to neglect it like a lonesome Friendster profile. Yet here I am. Last you saw me, Andy and I had just recovered from his massive birthday party, and things have changed since then. For one thing, as you can see, he now has a tattoo. Kids grow up so fast, don’t they? (Thanks, Island Creek Oyster Festival!)
However: I can assure you that there’s going to be plenty more blog excitement in the near future–more on that later–and that everyone here is just dandy. I’ve been incredibly busy with work, I’m putting the final touches on my book proposal at last, and I’m nursing a head cold that makes me sound like Kathy Bates. Andy, meanwhile, is practicing saying “hiiiiii” like an ancient Gypsy psychic. It’s cute ‘n creepy, especially when he pairs his crackly “hiiiiiii” with a curly wave of his beefy lil’ paw. Also, my house is so dirty that I could probably make a souffle with the contents of my kitchen floor…So, basically, it’s business as usual around here.
Stay tuned for more. And…um…when do infant tattoos wash off?
