It’s funny. She, up until very recently (and she may still, I haven’t asked), used AOLpress to build the pages of her site. I introduced her to the internet waaa-aaay back in 1995 (may have been 96 by the time Mom let her online). Now, she’s a mini-magnate with a website and blog that get more hits than this poor site ever will. What she lacks in techspertise, she makes up in sheer will, organizational skills, and force of personality. And as much as she grows up, she’s still the little girl who threw up on the back of Tim’s head from her carseat waaa-aaay in the back of the Caravan, and in my mouth when she was six months old when I tried to give her a little kiss. She’ll always be the little girl who tattled at a moment’s notice and used to brag that she could get anything she wanted by rubbing dad’s ear.
Way to go, kid! Now maybe people will start pronouncing our last name right.