You may have some preconceived notion as to what this blog may be about, but you would be wrong. Dead wrong.
It is a cry for attention.
You see, I am the ignored mother and wife of a family that not only ignores me, but when I do get some attention, it is the kind that only perpatrators with long criminal histories get. Seems I can't do anything quick enough, smart enough, or sane enough for the likes of the people I live with.
So...I have been hiding. Upstairs, if they are down, downstairs, if they are up, and I have watched real crime mysteries to escape. Hence, the murder hour.
I have always liked the idea of true life anything. Autobiographies, love stories, life stories, but nothing gets it for me like a murder mystery-true life, though.
I fail to see how this saves me from being ignored or one upped by my family, but it has worked for years....somehow. Tonight was particularly brutal, as I was already hiding by 6:30 pm.
As for the pic, well, isn't it shark week?
