The Holy Roast

So, I'm all sitting here trying to think of some witty, auspicious beginning to my first blog. I decided that idea wreaked of cat flatulance. I am instead now sitting here wondering if I misspelled cat flatulance. Flatulence. Whatever. I hate cats. I have hated them since I was 16 and had just gotten my '77 Nova painted black in the middle of an Alabama summer. That night some miserable cat walked across the top of my car and nearly ruined the finish. And for those of you wondering, NO, I did not buy the car new! I was still in single digits when that car was built. Actually, Reagan was running for his second term before I hit double digits, thank you very much!

Anyway, I used to write this "Dear Friends and Family" letter to keep, well, my friends and family updated. It was an email thing and I think technology may have outstripped the genre. So I'm gonna try this. As soon as I take a nap, recover from that Civil Procedure exam I took this morning, and yell at the dogs a bit. Cheers.