I stood stone-like at midnight

Dear Megan,

I've decided to join the ranks of our other friends who are married with children. Welcome to my blog. I will try to keep it crammed with pictures of Luke and Ella, because I know that's the good stuff you're looking for. Plus, Dan my brother just gave us his hand-me-down digital camera, so I can take plenty of pictures with the greatest of ease. Seriously, this camera kicks our old one's ass six ways from Sunday. Now, pictures of Ella will be of what I intended them to be when I pressed click, rather than of whatever it is she's doing three seconds later. I haven't shared too many digital pictures to date because most of them feature Ella either in various stages of blinking, or booking it toward me in an effort to see what her picture looks like.

I'm sure you'll recognize the source of this blog's title, as it's one of the greatest songs in the mighty Bruce Springsteen's catalog. That is, unless you're Russell, who told me once that the greatest Bruce Springsteen song ever is . . . Manfred Mann's cover of "Blinded by the Light". "Wrapped up like a douche", indeed.

For the rest of you readers, welcome! Meet Megan, my old roommate and the greatest roommate ever. So good, in fact, that she--an avid hater of all sauces tomato-based--found it in the depths of herself to forgive me for microwaving Chef Boyardee in her favorite tupperware dish. The red tint still lingers on the dish, a physical sign of my shame. (My only excuse, as a child raised in a microwave-free household, is that I was entirely unaware of the consequences of microwaving red sauce. I know that ignorance is not a valid excuse, but I can only hope that you and history will not judge my Boyardee-based transgression too harshly.) I also hope that you won't find the whole letter style too annoying; I do my best writing to Megan, as you will surely find when we publish our letters in twenty years (aka, when Megan finally gets around to sending the letter that she's been "composing" since last November).

Alrighty, then. I'm pretty exhausted from trying to block the screen from passers-by at the office. More later. Until then, you can just be happy that I didn't name this blog "Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out"!

love, molly

PS--The name of each post is a line from a song. Find out which song in the post that follows. It'll be a fun time.