Actually, this is a perfect excuse to get get a celebratory birthday cake.
I'd like to thank all my tolerant readers, who've refrained from telling me how boring and silly I am. I already know it, but there's not much I can do, although I'm trying. I've received only one nasty comment so far, which was not interesting enough to print. Maybe by this time next year, I'll have found an idea as good as cooking one's way through Mastering the Art of French Cooking. But don't hold your breath.
Once again, I'd like to thank Some Assembly Required, whose persistent persuasion over more than a year finally got me off my duff and blogging. I'd also like to thank my husband, who doesn't freak out if I tell somewhat embarrassing stories about him, and who tries to say only encouraging things about this blog.
I hope to have fewer excuses for whining and weeping in the year ahead and that I'll be able to report more positive things and exciting changes. A new home, new cat, new jobs, and another World Series win would be a fine start. After all, I Said Repeatedly, through late July and August when everyone else had given them up for dead, that they would come back. They generally do, people. How soon you forget.
I may not know much — and if you think I'm being modest, read more of this blog — but I've been around long enough to know a few things.