Bitch #1 Reporting for Duty

Oh the pressure to fill Jess's mighty big blogging shoes! Visualize if you will, oh ye dedicated readers of blindcavefish.com, your guest blogger with clammy palms and copious beads of flop sweat on her brow as she composes this. Please... be gentle as you are on hand to witness my blogging deflowering.

So for my inaugural (and perhaps only) entry, I will not regale you with informed social commentary or make any sort of grandiose, philosophical statements. In preparing for this moment, it occurred to me to perhaps try to impress you lot with something brainy-sounding but then I thought about it and well... I'm just not qualified. In terms of philosophy, I can't get any deeper than pondering who the first person was to yank on the udder of a cow and decide that what came out was fit for human consumption. That and the popularity of Al Roker just boggle my mind and can keep me occupied for hours.

So now you know what you're dealing with at least. And as for you, Jess, you'll be happy to see that I fulfilled at least one of your requirements -- there is nary a mention of poop in this entry. Perspiration and teats, yes, but no poop.

And on that classy note, I bid you adieu. Please feel free to let me know how I did!

Brenda