Other things besides Will...

Will, who doesn't read the blog and thinks no one else does besides his Grandpa, asked me the other day if I ever wrote about anything besides him.  I think that he might have an over-inflated sense of self.  Actually, I know he has an over-inflated sense of self.  We love him anyway.  He is awfully funny.  I told him that I frequently write about other things on the blog besides him but I have to write posts about him since I have been banned from ever putting any picture of him on Facebook (as are all of his other relatives) and my non-existent readers like his occasional exploits.  So, FB friends, I do have two children.  I suppose the good part of Will not thinking anyone actually reads the blog is that I'm allowed to write about him here.  For the record, when I was still writing for Bluegrass Moms on Kentucky.com, I was allowed to write about him all I wanted and he wasn't even troubled by excerpts that appeared in the newspaper.  Evidently, he thinks more people look at Facebook than read the newspaper.  Doubtless he is correct. 

Case in point: this photo is of Howie, not Will.

So, different subjects.  Who watches Alias?  In my Netflix TV-watching world of a day late and a dollar short, I am completely hooked on Alias.  Thanks to Jennifer Garner, I no longer wake with dread on the mornings that the temperature falls below 25 degrees, it's raining or there's ice on the ground and I have to resort to running on the treadmill.  Last Friday, we had a snow day and I watched two entire episodes pretending I was Sydney Bristow and being chased off cliffs by packs of guard dogs or through casinos by angry men with guns (I speed up the treadmill during intense action).   Sadly, I do not come off the treadmill looking like Sydney Bristow...