I should really write more

It’s something I’ve been pushing myself to do on a regular basis. The blog seemed like a good solution. But I’ve been pretty bad about it since moving. And frankly, I got sick about writing the same boring crap. Boston’s weird – it’s hot – it’s cold – kids are weird. (Although, about once per week I see someone riding a bike and smoking a cigarette, which is a phenomenon I’ve only witnessed in Boston.) But, whatever. Boring. I thought it was boring and annoying and unimaginative – and I’m terribly narcissistic and write about myself. That’s not a good sign.

I don’t have much more to report now. So I’ve decided to take a new approach. I’m going to make stuff up. Or maybe I won’t – but I’m expanding my horizons so that what you read here may or may not be true. My only criteria is that whatever I right be either interesting or funny or both.

I set such low expectations...

Speaking of narcissistic
I flew back to the old homestead for Thanksgiving. My younger sister has lines on her face. Whoo hoo! Let’s here it for moisturizing...

That’s my only advice people – if you’re over 25, you should moisturize regularly. You’ll thank me later. Trust me.

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