When I figure out who I am, I’ll let you know.  Or will I?

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I’ve been thinking perhaps this description is annoyingly vague.  How’s this?

I’m a thirty-something wife and mother of four.  I sometimes fancy myself a writer, but have no delusions of grandeur about it.  I love to read, I love to write, I love the taste of Nabisco wheat thins a lot!  (Sorry, Sandy Duncan commercial flashback—I don’t particularly love wheat thins.  I mean, they’re OK, but I’m more of a triscuit kind of gal.)  Did I mention I’m a TV junkie?  I’m not ashamed and I won’t apologize for it.  Well, I’m still not apologizing.

If you need any more than that, you can sift through the random pieces of broken glass and tile that are my posts and assemble your own wonderfully colorful mosaic of me.  Maybe when you figure out who I am, you’ll let me know.  Or will you?