Once Upon A Time

I had a lovely blog with my best friend. We didn't really tell anyone about it because it was ours and we aren't really that exciting, except to us. And then my mother learned our secret internet codeword, and googled us, and found it, and started reading it every day, even though it was filled with secrets. Probably because it was filled with secrets. Because that is what mothers do. When they are not looking through the things you hide at the back of your bookcases, and smelling your laundry for smoke. So we are starting over, and we are not using the H word. At all. Ever.