Today I became a fellow traveler.

Ok, so I'm going to write a post now.
I'm kind of rusty though.
No, wait, that sucks ...

Did I ever tell you about the time my sister got us lost at the beach, the zoo, the crab nebula? I was three and she was nine, and she cried, and I acted all adorable, and the lost and found people had to placate her, and I got both our ice creams, and when our parents found us my mother blamed our father, and my father said he only turned his back for a second, and they argued all the way home in our 1949 pea green Ford, while my other sister, who was twelve, acted all snooty and pre-teen and just ignored everyone.