The family that blogs together...

OK, so we got all the preliminary stuff out of the way. You've seen pictures of me, I've seen pictures of you (didn't I already mention my incredible mental capabilities? What, you don't think they extend to imagining the jpgs you've never sent me?), and we're all on the same page.

Well, maybe not the *same* page. I mean, it'd get awfully crowded if we were *all* on it. Which is why my Dad, in his not-so-infinite wisdom, has his own blog. My Mom, ol' Windy Britches, hasn't gotten her blog act together yet, but since I love her, and since she's being so nice as to let me hole up with her for a while, I figure it's OK if she adds a thing or two here on occasion.

Now listen up, 'cause this is the important part: You must -- nay, you *will* -- help me out with this thing. After all, my little fingers get tired if I type too much. So leave me a love note. Just click the comment button and start typing away. If you're nice, I'll write back. If you're mean, I'll send my Dad after you. So there. Oh yeah, and thanks for posting!