Hi my name is . . .

If you're reading this it's probably for the exact same reason that I'm writing this: B-O-R-E-D-O-M. I'm not one for lengthy introductions and if you are reading this blog it probably means that you know me fairly well so there's no reason to tell you who I am. But just in case some poor schmuck stumbled upon this by happenstance, I will introduce myself briefly before rambling on about whatever the heck I feel like. My name is Isa. It rhymes with Lisa. My real name is Elisabeth but no one calls me that except my mother when I have exasperated her beyond belief . . .

Now that you know my name, it's really not necessary to tell you anything else about myself at this point in time because either:

1) You were under the impression that you were reading your friend Bob's blog. In which case you can now stop reading.

2) You already know me in which case all the details about myself would provide for extremely tedious reading.

My mother is now calling for me. She's calling me Elisabeth. I don't know what I've done but I have a feeling it's going to involve house cleaning . . .

This post was shorter than I planned but maybe I'm just being merciful to the person who still has not realized that Bob's url is one letter different than mine . . .