I have finally taken the plunge, decided to quit stalking others’ weblogs and make one of my own. To finally live up to everyone’s prediction that I would make a great writer.
I sit in front of the keyboard, ready for the aforementioned great thoughts to come pouring out and…..one of the dogs pukes at my feet.
metaphor, predicition, a canine critique? you be the judge.
purlingswine 