I used to be witty …

I am not sure what happened. My best guess is that I passed that gene on to Kate and she kept it. Little thief, let's hope that was an isolated incident and not a precursor to late night phone calls from a jail cell somewhere. That kid has more personality than Craig and I do combined, so at least she's putting it to good use. That's my consolation prize.

Anyway, I have tried for weeks to come up with a clever title for this blog and it just escapes me. I have asked Kate, but she's not a lot of help. Well, I mean unless Dance To My Barbie Radio Right Now, I Can't Want to Come Back Inside, or I Am Too Big Enough are viable contenders. Without inspiration of a title, I am having a hard time coming up with a design and such. I'm not above begging you for help. If something here inspires you, I'd welcome any suggestions.

You don't want to be stuck with I Want to Wear My Dora Underpants, do you?

I didn't think so.