Guilt Drives Me

So here I am, a person who makes a living putting words on a page, and my daughter shames me into starting a blog.

No, she didn't say anything. She didn't roll her eyes or shrug her sholders.

She started her own blog and has posted some good readable entries.

So my choice was to just leave smart-alec remarks in her comments, or start writing myself.

Guilt is a terrible thing...

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Taleena said…
heh. indeed.

Nope, doesn't sound right, my mental voice is way to snarky. Now you need trackbacks.
12:36 PM
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