My mother has weighed in on this blog, and she thinks it has a clever name. Some of you may find this shocking. Not the adroitness of “Upside-down Hippopotamus” (which was not my idea, in any event), but that I would start a web log of my private life and tell my mother how to read it. If you fear a resulting self-censorship of any juicy details, please be informed that I already promised my boyfriend, Rob, that I would not write about our sex life.
And if, upon reading this, my mother should be stunned to discover I have a sex life, that would seem to be the makings of another juicy entry for your reading pleasure.