Shhhhh. We’re trapped on Cape Cod. STOP. Doing yearly family duty exposing small children to family members. STOP. Limited web access or exposure to sane people. STOP. Evil mother-in-law/mother/grandmother (take your pick) in control. STOP. It’s at these times that wifey says the most incredible things, like “Yeah, she hates us. But not enough to leave us alone.” So, I ask you again: WTF is with my life?

Welcome to my world, such as it is. I didn’t start this blog because I’m famous or I’m going to be famous. If I haven’t achieved that in 55 years, it’s unlikely that I will now.  I started this blog because people have encouraged me to do so. My sister says, “You can’t make this stuff up, Deb.” So here I am.

You know, I’ve hit bad patches in my life before. But this latest one has been hanging around since about 2002. My mother would call that a “doozie.” I think that’s more than a “bad patch.” Am I working on a bad life here? I mean, of course, I’m going to get into the events of 2002 and beyond, but right here today I’m looking at my significant other more than likely going into a psychiatric institution for a short-term stay and my children (ages 12 and eight) having to come to terms with it. That’s just the beginning.

I’m also willing to concede that the economic downturn certainly has the upper hand in my household and I absolutely hate deciding between the electric bill and food. I’ve got more than thirty years of experience in advertising and public relations, but I’ m slogging coffee to the entitled masses that shoehorn their way into Starbucks. Worst of all, I have been awaiting the first decent tax return I’ve had in years and just found out that the IRS is about to stick it up my…well, anyway, I think I’ve been born under a bad sign.

Stick around. This is only the beginning. The future looks messed up enough, but wait until you take a look in the rear-view mirror of this vehicle!