Epic Tales of Hyperbole

Hello.
So there I sat staring at a bowl of oatmeal. ‘There must be something better to do tonight than just sit and watch TV,’ I thought to myself. ‘What if I started a blog? Everyone else I know has one, why shouldn’t I?’

Is it hypocritical that I once thought blogs were an oddity, an opportunity for exhibitionists to splat their lives and their thoughts for everyone to see? Possibly. I prefer to think of it as personal growth. (Splat by the way is the simplest way for me to explain the sound of oatmeal hitting the linoleum, just before my dog Maggie licks it up, and my wife Judy gives me a huff of frustration and a look of confusion.) So splat, here is my tale.