On purpose

Whenever I post a Facebook status, my daughter tells me it's "like a novel." She doesn't mean this in a good way. Apparently, anything over three sentences is considered a book these days, so, instead of turning to drink, I've turned to blog. Now when I write "long" entries, I can say I've done it entirely on purpose. Whether I'm talking about how crazy, goofy and zany my (what random example should I give here?) daughter is, for example, or anyone else in my realm, I won't feel limited by the teen-age eye rolling that is permanently embedded in my psyche. It is true that my posts will often be about the people who cross the path of my life the most, meaning my family, co-workers, and the ladies who work behind the deli counter at Publix. Should I be concerned about making fun of other people too much? After giving this deep, serious consideration for five minutes, I've decided: NO. I am under no obligation to be even-handed when writing about the often comical behavior of those around me. If they want to expose me for my own foibles, they'll just have to write their own blogs.