…Grandma Wayward is on the internets and mom will be showing her how to find my blog. And now I'll need to go through all my old posts and make sure there's nothing inappropriate in there. That'll leave like, what, eight posts?
Maybe I should just do it like a Band-Aid and point out the most offensive and embarrassing things and get it over with. Really I don't think I have any offensive posts, but embarrassing I've got.
I think the barking spiders should be pretty high on the embarrassing scale. Oh, and how about my not-so-nice moment and making amends as a personal low. I still feel terrible about that. Apparently my parents each had a recessive guilt gene, because I've got it in spades. Oh, and this one for my stellar reading comprehension skills. Oh, and then there's my ever-so-brief foray in steamy adult writing. (Yes, that was a pun.)