I'm still trembling from the shock I got today. See, I thought it was just the people I invited who got to see this blogg - Mary and Dee and the Richardsons, and all the folks at the club and Barb at the hairdressers (thanks again for the great job with the perm Saturday, Hon!). But no, apparently anyone can see what I write on their own internet. And that means anyone. All those liberals and losers and kiddy-porn peditricians with nothing better to do than trawl other people's internets to satisfy their sinful cravings and make mischief.

I gotta say, I feel bad. I feel like I felt as a kid all those years back when my sister got hold of my Private diary and found out I'd gotten inappropriate with Mikey down at the bowling alley. Mind you, I still don't get what all the fuss was about back then. All the kids was neckin' and kissin' and touchin' and stuff at that age. Sure, he's my cousin but is that so bad?

Anyways, if I'd known that complete strangers could see my inner thoughts I'd have been much more Careful talking about Beth and Bob and Nathan and politicals and all that private stuff. You never know what some weirdo might make of it all. So I'm gonna have to be a bit more careful and circumcisespect about what I write here in future. We gals might have to think up some codes so only we know what we're talking about!

There's one thing I'm mighty relieved about tho. Thank goodness I never made any mention here about Bob's genital herpes.