May 1, 2010
A pinch and a punch for the first of the month. A slap and a kick for being so quick. These were the greeting I recieved from the baby of the family this morning. But I can't blame him - weren't we all the same at that age (and some of us haven't changed). And now I can't think of anything to write, 'cause this is my first entry ever and I don't know what I'm doing. And I can't sound sentimental and poetic either. But there's 100 words in the bag, take it or leave it, drop it and run.