Seriously? I could talk about myself all.day.long. Isn’t that how personal websites began? Instead of going into a laundry list that is just so overt that you know me immediately and fully, let’s just let things trickle out a little at a time. That would be way more super secret, anyway, right?
The short of it?
One Mama: me.|
One Daddy: B.
One Girly: Bird.
One Boychild: Eliot.
Four person family of the 50s television boy-girl variety. We’re awfully generic. We even live in the suburbs.
Why super secret?
why not? I sort of like being furtive about this because it makes me less accountable. Or more accountable but less twitchy about being the very thing I am not. Release the inner “mommy blogger” and watch me scream.