In light of the fact that last month has been the craziest, most unexpected, stressful, "fun" filled month of my life, and I get the feeling that Billy is tired of getting all of my million anxious thoughts thrust upon him 24/7, I have decided to release the 'demons' through here...I also realize absolutely no one reads this. So basically I'm talking to myself, in a not so crazy way. But perhaps, people will start reading it. Then it can be like that movie Julie & Julia...except I'll talk about a variety of uninteresting things, not just food.

So I am now writing an essay on whether or not slave resistance helped to bring about the abolition of slavery. These are the times I wish I went to chef school instead. In this alternate universe I would be writing an essay on what would be the best way to eat a sandwich. My thesis would be with jalapeno havarti, smoked turkey breast, and mustard and mayo...in the car...while Billy is beside me eating a patty on a bun. And then I would ask for a bite of his sandwich...which he would then reluctantly give to me while grumbling about how I should've gotten my own.


So let's end this journal entry with some philosophical advice.......
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Never sign up with Rogers...