Have you ever bought, say, a pair of shoes?

Have you ever returned said pair of shoes?

Well, not once have I done that. I have many-a-time done that. And not just with shoes.

Some people may have a shopping problem. I have a returning problem. I am a Repeat Returner.

I would like to take this opportunity to reflect upon that which I have gleaned from my father, who is an exceptionally brilliant man. From him, I've learned to appreciate the power of my voice, and more so, the power of my pen.

From this lesson that I'm about to share, I discovered something that has evaded doctors and medical science … something that still eludes them to this day. And though I learned this a little while back, today, for the first time, I will share this discovery with all of you.

I've had a long day, just returned from the gym, and this is what I come home to …

There's a problem with the toilet – but that's not really the problem.  

My dad heard some hissing sound coming from the toilet. And, umm … let me just say, if I were a toilet, I too would hiss at my father. 

So he heard this sound and decided to fix it.

Typically, problems in our household have been known to stem from the blahblahblahdahliaitsallyourfault syndrome, but the toilet with the hiss belongs to my dad, so there is no way possible to claim its problem as a symptom of blahblahblahdahliaitsallyourfault.
 

If I hated you, and said that I planned to wipe you and your entire family out, would you call the police? Would the police set up a meeting with me to find out what – if anything – I did like about you, or anything in general? Would that make it better?

It may for President Obama.

Let’s start with the health care reform bill (don’t worry, we’ll move on quickly). It is the hot topic right now, which has been the breeding ground for a hate topic too: The wipeout.

I don't know how this happened.

My dad was on his way over to help me buy groceries. (I was in a car accident a few months ago. Stupid me. I obeyed Ontario traffic laws... drove through a perfectly green light... and got hit by an SUV driven by a woman who ran a red. So, grocery shopping isn't the easiest task of late.)

Anyhoo, my dad was to arrive in a few minutes. I searched something on Google, with no intent of creating a Web site. And the rest is Web history.

This is just my first entry, and I'm still trying to doll up the site a bit. So this will be a short one, because now I have to (accidentally) finish working on the site. This is something I should have done a long time ago.

There are just some accidents, I really don't mind.

Can you hear me now?