Like a ribbon cutting, but in jammies

Everything has to start somewhere and this blog starts here. This moment is neither groundbreaking, nor is it how I had envisioned it: Me in a skimpy negligee, tapping away at the keys haphazardy with a 1920's style cigarette holder in one hand and a glass of Vermouth in the other. No, instead I look like a Raggedy Ann doll, hunched over scoleosis-style in my chair as the blood flows away from my oh-so-cold hanzels, but I have mustered the courage to post this and that's what counts. Oh what a sobering moment, but I promise you there will be no others...