So I pose the question to you dear reader, what would you like to read about? I can go off on some pretty self-righteous rants, but I imagine that wouldn't interest you. Or, flip the card and there are hours of self-realization which might just send you screaming. I could tell lots of funny stuff about my husband and I, but then he screams of bus marks on his back. And then there is the predictable "Stuff my kids said, ate or pooped." So you tell me. And if you really aren't interested, well, I will miss you but I understand. No hard feelings.