I ain't no writer

So apparently my written voice reads a little twangy. Call me a southern, but I don't think I have a drawl. Although I did find it quite funny that Holland (a friend of Allison's that reads the blog, who I have not yet met) reads the blog and puts it into a southern accent in her head. Maybe I ought to adopt that as my writing style. I have never been a professed "writer". In fact, I always thought I was pretty terrible at summarizing, creatively drawing a verbal portrait, and making myself sound educated on paper. And, I was right. The only reason you people read my blog anyway is to see my chunk of a baby Avery. I am okay with that. However, I figure I might as well do a little creative writing and some self help therapy at the same time! Kill two birds with one stone. Anyway, Holland, I am looking forward to meeting you and clearing up this confusion.

To satisfy the non-readers out there...