I used to be a semi-non-famous blogger. Until I wasn't.
I can count to potato. Just don't ask me to show the equation on paper. I don't do that. Also, I can't count reliably. I like unicorns and llamas. But not enough to wear them on t-shirts. Well, maybe llamas. I have two children who despite having me for a mother, have turned out both normal AND wonderful. *Note: I've used the term 'normal' very liberally here. They currently attend school in Canada and MAY GOD BLESS THEIR TEACHERS AND ALL THOSE WHO HAVE SUFFERED ALONG SIDE THOSE TEACHERS. AMEN. I was born in a forest on an Island in Canada, raised by wolves (might be a slight exaggeration) until moving to England and attending an all girls diocesan school. In case you were wondering? That went well. But only the opposite. Life brought me back to Canada...where I was suitably married, procreated, worked in the legal field, and divorced. All on the 'other' side of the Rockies. The side where it snows pretty much all year long. And people cook and eat each other because long term snow exposure makes you do that. I found my monkey and moved to Scotland. Because he's Scottish. And it made more sense than moving to Zimbabwe given the circumstances. I'm currently living in love and in Glasgow trying to navigate my way through the language and culture. So far, I've learned how to blink in a very intricate pattern that makes people speak slower and more understandably. I'm close to copyrighting that. So don't steal it. I'm occasionally succeeding at fitting in, but mostly just making people never want to visit Canada.