toenail clippings

Well, well, well…here goes nothing. Time to clip my toenails on the kitchen table.

I figure that’s a better way to start than the standard, “Everybody is blogging so now I am too because, for whatever reason, I think that everything I say is important enough that the whole world should know what I think.” I’m pretty sure that really is the premise behind a blog and now Melissa and I have fallen into the same trap. Don’t worry, it’ll probably be something we do for 8.435 days and then give up. That will also save all of you a lot of time because you won’t have get to read this anymore.

I don’t think it’s fair to start blogging retroactively – if we wanted to write about stuff that already happened we should have done so already. Obviously, we didn’t care enough to do that which means we have to start with the here and now. That means we have to start with activities tonight. I’m the Scoutmaster over about 9, 12-13 yr old boys. I say about because sometimes there are more than others and most of the time at least one doesn’t really count as a whole kid. Melissa volunteers with the 12-13 yr old young women. The Scouts do way cooler stuff.

Tonight we’re going to the pool to pass off some requirements for the swimming merit badge and to show everyone how many Twinkies I’ve eaten in the past 7 years. I’m really looking forward to it. Melissa is doing a poster for their bulletin board. That sounds like even more fun.

Anyway. I think that’s a pretty good start.

Also, clipping your toenails on the kitchen table is disgusting. According to Melissa.