Oh, middle-of-the-night-wake-ups, why do you taunt me? I thought once E slept through the night we were good to go. But, no, Webster barked and needed to go out... then I took some Albuterol and there was *no* turning back. So the logical thing to do? Fiddle on my blog.
I constantly re-arranged my room growing up. Usually I would do it in the middle of the night (when my mom was least likely to bust me) while I was on Prednisone. In college, my roomie and I used "productive" time to re-arrange... like when we should have been studying for exams. Now, I re-arrange stuff when it gets on my nerves. The other day I said to Dan "What would you think about moving furniture around in our bedroom?" to which he replied, "I would think you should get a new hobby."
It's what I do.
So when it was time to kick this blog up a notch and get serious about some writing, I contacted my good pal Sherri to fix me a header. And viola... looky here, she did.
I've spent the last bit playing with colors and backgrounds. I mean, if you people are gonna spend some virtual time with me, I want to look pretty for you.
(Warning: public service announcement ahead:) Contact Sherri for all your bloggity-blog needs. She's good people, she'll do you right. .