So why did I call it The FAMDAMILY anyway? You don’t see me whinging on about errant children, obtuse in-laws, and the latest cute trick the baby learned (no baby photos, please!). That includes the extended siblings, cousins, and anyone’s babbling, drooling offspring. While I am safely removed from much of it in geographical context, thanks to the convenience of social media I can very well extrapolate what they are all Up To.
That’s right. The FAMDAMILY is always with you no matter what. Like lint and
It must be time to reflect on the mission of this blog, its raison d’être, the nobility of purpose fer gawd's sake. Other than the writer’s unremitting and sometimes mindless need to write. What more perfect fodder than family foibles and follies? Bien sûr, all events and identities to be cautiously altered.
Be it known that:
I reserve the right to employ hyperbole, chicanery, exaggeration, embroidery, and the entire gamut of literary licence. That includes the right to make fun, fictionalize, satirize, demonize, and fantasize. The (actually) dearly beloved may not even realize what they’re Up To until I tell them.
There. All comments graciously received. If you think family is sacred, or scared as I first typed it (occupational hazard with two fingers), you may be half-right and I’ll listen to you anyway.
Nonetheless, nothing will change with the continuance of