When I started composing this blog I was writing for me. As I wrote more and more I found I was writing for the best friend, the husband and the muse. I would start as if sending them a private letter. These entries were my babies, each one very special and born of memories and laughter. I knew they would be safe with my chosen few.
But, as time has marched on, I found I wanted a bigger stage for them. I made the decision to invite my Facebook peeps to the magicalmess.org. This makes me nervous, nauseous and slightly intoxicated. I really don’t know if my children are ready to leave home, but today I pushed them out the door and into the open.
I know not whether they will succeed or fall flat on their faces. But, at least I’m giving them a chance. The muse felt they needed a bigger stage. He hasn’t been wrong yet, but what are the odds he’ll remain that way. Okay, just showed a little insecurity.
So, I’m asking you all to take care of my kids and their fragile ego. They mean well and only want to amuse you for a little while.
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