Wow. My first "blog". What am I getting myself into?

Ok. So, my oldest stepdaughter and her pals ALL have their own blog sites and they share their innermost secrets for the world to see. What the h*ll?? I thought innermost secrets were just that. INNERmost. But welcome to the 21st century where good grammar is dead and people don't have manners and nobody has secrets.

GAWD I sound like my mother. But, it's inevitable I suppose. I'm 44 years old and she STILL asks me "Did you send so-and-so a thank you note for that whatchamacallit??" Every day I get one step closer to wagging my finger at someone and clucking my tongue. I should just kill myself now. LOL

I really don't even know who I'm going to tell about this blog. My husband thinks this kind of thing is ridiculous (he's right, mostly). Maybe I'll tell some pals. Maybe my daughters. Maybe nobody. And who knows how often I'll even post to it? I work on a computer ALL DAY. Lord knows I don't need to come home at night and clack away on it even more.

But, nevertheless, here we are. And, per my blog's title, yes indeed, everything's covered with pet hair. Our house includes two cats and two labrador retrievers. Literally every item in our home is covered with hair. I find myself sitting at my desk at work for the first 5 minutes of every day, picking hair off myself.

But, I wouldn't have it any other way. Pets are awesome. They give you unconditional love, and ask nothing in return. I guess there is the occassional hair ball vomit to pick up, and wiping up muddy paw prints, and the face licking at 7:30 on a Saturday morning when all you really want to do is SLEEP IN... PLEASE!?!?!?!?!

Once I get more comfortable with this whole blog thing, I'll maybe post some photos or something. I find that, while I mostly loath those people who treat their animals like children and talk baby talk to them and dress them up, I am teetering on a razor's edge of becoming ONE OF THEM. Not that I dress my pets up, but I DO have pictures of them in my cube at work. Crap, am I'm becoming that "crazy cat lady"? And, even scarier, I have a whole room in my house with labrador crap all over (paintings, photos, knick-knacks, toys, etc.). I've completely gone mental, haven't I. (that's more of a rhetorical statement).

I'm going to have to re-evaluate my lifestyle.