When I started up this weblog again after its 2.6 year haitus I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t blog; write about the dull little events that happen in your own life.
I somtimes forget that and slide into the blog mire. Today I’m wallowing in blog. If blogging were a tarpit I’d be up to my neck in it, just past the mammoth.
The JD’s went and had the first scan today, mini-me wiggled about and showed all was well. Then the little bugger went and hid just as the picture was taken. Arkward blighter is a chop off the old block.
Now how does one get out of a tar pit …
