Six Whole Months. Who knew I had that much to say?

I just realized that yesterday was the six month anniversary of Tiny Cat Pants. I should have bought the site a present. Well, maybe next time. Anyway, I'm unclear how one judges blogging success. On the one hand, I have y'all, who are smart and funny and great. So, in that regard, I feel like things are going very well. On the other hand, I've not once been blamed for the downfall of the mainstream media and I've not ruined the political aspirations of any politician (though, if anyone needs them ruined, it's my senator, Bill Frist). I've not uncovered any forged documents and the closest I've come to discovering deep secrets is that I've learned that some folks in the music industry call Brad Paisley Brad Praise-me. (Whatever. If the man has a healthy ego, it's well deserved, unlike some folks--Toby Keith. Who gossips about Brad Paisley anyway? It's like gossiping about Willie Nelson; it makes no sense.) Still, I don't view these things as setbacks, just opportunities. As is my way, I have no longterm goals for Tiny Cat Pants. I'm hoping to spend a day with the rap channel on digital cable and intend to discover how many of the signs of serial killer-dom Senator Frist exhibits, and I'll be sure to let you know how that goes. But otherwise, if y'all have any suggestions, comments,or questions you want answered, I promise to read, consider, and disregard them as appropriate. Love, Aunt B.