I am too cool.
Hello Dear Reader,
I’m glad you have managed to overcome all the eclipse related excitement to stop by Sophie, She Wrote.
Today is an anniversary of sorts. This time last year I sat down to watch Murder She Wrote and realised I had already seen it.
That kind of thing shouldn’t happen when you are 28 and it made me have a quiet word with myself. I decided there and then that I needed to be doing something more productive with my life and I immediately marched outside shouted “Hello World!” and began to pursue my dreams. Continue reading
Before Housemate gets too excited (her initials are also JB), this is not about you. I love you dearly even though you leave tea bags in the sink and lost the key to the post-box. Your achievements are numerous and wonderful but I haven’t dedicated this blog to you. One day, maybe, but not today. Sorry love.
Neither is this blog about Justin Beiber (who I think we can all agree is starting to act like he’s a few sandwiches short of a picnic).
You’ve guessed it. We have reached the exciting episode where I explain why on earth I called my blog Sophie, She Wrote. This one is a bit longer than the others but bear with me, it ends well.