Lynn's out Christmas shopping -- probably cussing all the other drivers on the road -- so I thought I'd sneak in and give this blogging thing a try.

It doesn't look that hard. Not ready for her own blog my bony patoot! These computer things ain't that hard. Just hit the letters down here, and they appear on the screen. Easier than my old typewriter.

Millie Jericho, here. You young ladies can call me Millie. Men can call me Mrs. Jericho. To you potential stud muffins, I'll be honey.

I live in Lynn's head. It's a scary place. Crowded.

I've heard her tell the story of how I came to be -- just popped up out of nowhere. She was writing and I appeared on the page without warning. I like to surprise. Do things nobody expects me to do, even when I'm doing normal mature woman stuff.

Oh, cow patties. She's home. Gotta go.