There are many, and I do mean many, many blurbs that can pop into my head at any given time any given day that will spark some type of what I’m going to call a snarky response out of me. I’ll admit it. I’m an opinionated person but I seem to hide my most strong opinions and comical verbage for my dogs or my poor husband. Then one day hubby suggested I channel all this energy into a blog. I balked at the idea. Besides, who really would read it. Truth is, it really doesn’t matter who reads it. It doesn’t matter if not one single soul on earth reads it. The point will always be that I wrote it. I wrote something. And that, my friends, is the bottom line. I am a closet writer. I am a dreamer writer. I dream about writing. Have you ever had to make up one of those security questions on say…your bank website where the question is: What is your dream job? Yep, you guessed it! My answer is….wait for it…..WRITER! So, to quell the folks who think I’m not actually writing but saying I’m writing, this here is my testament and proof that I have written. So, in spite and to spite, we shall begin our world of snarkyness. Because, above all things, life should be fun right? And a little bit of sarcasm can’t hurt either. And so….we commence!!!
Magnolia Mimi 