One whole year of breedy, weepy goodness!

There you are again! I peck at my laptop, I drool coffee on my T-shirt, I nudge the dog and beg him to stop licking, and I peck some more at the keys. And you keep showing up and reading my peckings. And you peck right back with your wonderful one-liners and buck up, camper advice and sassypants wisdom, and I read what you say and shake my head and drool some more and give the dog his phenobarbitol and think to myself, Isn’t life grand.

Bless you. Bless you dear folks for welcoming my tales of flawed mamahood and non-kosher wifelihood and poor housekeeping and frustrated finances and artsy-fartsy angst for 365 days straight. You make me want to be a better cook, a better writer, and a better mama, and you keep the flame of my cranberry-storm-door dream burning bright and beautiful.

You deserve gift bags, you really do. Maybe next year. Let’s plan on it.

62 comments May 24th, 2006