I had always intended this blog to be utterly and wholly ridiculous and I vowed that it would contain nothing profound, nothing too personal and certainly nothing of great importance. I’ve already broken that promise more than once, though I’m not sorry about every infraction (see I Have Learned What It Means to “Wear Yellow”). However, I think I do regret the previous entry a little. But I’m going to leave it, anyway. Everyone who knows me is already aware that I’m a crazy lady (or a crazier lady) and those who don’t know me probably don’t and shouldn’t care too much. I’ll just say this: If you don’t want to read an entry that may cause you to cringe and shudder and cry, “Too much information! Too much information,” you may want to skip the entry below.

Then again, you might want to read The Cookie Incident. It’s a little funny. And the Down The Stairs episode is somewhat amusing, too.

And here’s something that could make ANYONE feel better. Here is my youngest nephew, Anders. This picture was taken almost two months ago when he still looked a little like Winston Churchill:

Anders Christian Brondum
Born December 23, 2004

The Right Honourable Sir Winston Leonard Spencer Churchill
November 30, 1874 – January 24, 1965