This is my first post, as you can see. I'm not sure how to launch this blog without telling you more than you'd really want to know about my past, but, let it suffice to say that I'm a gal who's been single since 1985 and at this point, it looks like it's a permanent condition.
I guess it doesn't help that I have 7 cats (yeah, we'll get to that in another post) or that I have a 32 yr. old son still living at home. Now, I guess you're thinking "Well, if she's got that son at home, she's not growing old 'ALONE'". Stop it right now. If you have grown kids at any age or in any location, you know that they pay about as much attention to you as they did when they were little. They only acknowledge you when they're sick, hurt, broke or want something they can't get their hands on by themselves.
Well, enough already. I'll get to the pleasures of being me, living with 7 spastic and self-absorbed cats and a 32 yr. old who thinks he's still 12 when I get my head around that I've actually started a "BLOG". Yeah, I love them all, but.....oh, you'll see.
