The one that got away. I wrote a really witty blog entry last night, and then the browser crashed. Here's a facsimile of what I wrote.

Molly linked to me again. I'm starting to get a little anxious about all this attention. Maybe it's just that back and forth about affairs that got me thinking this way: Are we stealing furtive glances over the blog-o-sphere? Will her husband find out and punch me in the Blog of Nose? Will my wife get suspicious and hire a private inblogstivator?

Still, I'm grateful that I made "The REAL Blogs of Note," even if it's just a fling. Once I roll off 'em, I'll lose half my traffic.

Still (to address the actual CONTENT), A Kitchen in Brabant is indeed an excellent read.

I still haven't found what I'm looking for (to quote U2 quoting a cliche), though, which is a blog by another stay-at-home Dad. After all, I need someone to commiserate with about diapers, kids, and my imminent heart attack.

It was better last night.