Just a sliva
Whenever a luscious baked goodie would come out at the end of a family meal, when asked how much of it they wanted, the refrain from the weight-conscious would always be the same: "Just a sliva." (for the nonlocals, sliver with a Boston accent)
Well, that's what this blog is to me. I'm in awe of people who get into personal detail about their lives on their blogs and find I want to read their bigger-than-a-sliva slice of life often.
But as for me, there's a lot going on in my life right now. Not necessarily bad stuff; just a lot of change. I will get into details as I can, but life is good. And crazy. And takes up the rest of the pie.
Stay tuned.
Well, that's what this blog is to me. I'm in awe of people who get into personal detail about their lives on their blogs and find I want to read their bigger-than-a-sliva slice of life often.
But as for me, there's a lot going on in my life right now. Not necessarily bad stuff; just a lot of change. I will get into details as I can, but life is good. And crazy. And takes up the rest of the pie.
Stay tuned.
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