Jim recently asked me what is on my Christmas wish list.  Before I tell you the conversation, a little back story is needed.

My least favorite thing about our house is the master bedroom.  More specifically – the bed.  Our very first purchase when we got married was a new bed.  Our 20th anniversary is in 6 months.  A 20-year-old mattress.  Enough said.

My second least favorite thing about our house is the master bathroom.  It doesn’t have a bathtub.  Just a shower.  Calgon, give me a remodel!  I try to claim that I need a tub for medicinal purposes but I don’t think the insurance company would agree.

Jim: What do you want for Christmas?

Me: I just want big-ticket items, so I’m out of luck this year.

Jim: Like what?

Me: A Bed.  Bath.  And…beyond.

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Since I seem to be in a lyric re-writing mood lately, my version of Steppenwolf’s Born To Be Wild…

Get my ‘puter typing

On the information highway

Looking for blog topics

In the things we do and say

Yeah,  darlin’ gonna write what happened

Hope my family is not disgraced

Pen all my thoughts at once

And post on cyberspace

Like a true attention hog

I was born, born to write blogs

You’ll act like you care

When I over-share

Born to write blogs

Born to write blogs

I realize Born to Run would have been more appropriate to go with the Born to Blog ornament, but you don’t mess with the lyrics of the Boss.  You just don’t.

But I will say…

Writer’s cramps like us, baby we were born to blog.