I have something to confess to you all. This being a blog on the internet, and the internet being a place that, along with delivering porn discreetly, you can take liberties with the truth, I have done just that. First, I am not really a former lawyer. All those legal references I make in my blogs, I picked up that mumbo-jumbo watching "Law & Order." Also, I'm not really married at all. The man I call "the K" is really a guy I hired to dig a well in the backyard. Because, also, I don't live in suburban Atlanta, either. I reside in a trailer (double-wide, mind you) in rural Wisconsin. Those three kids? Not mine at all. The Boy is neighborhood miniature goat shepherd. The Girl? She's the German cousin of a professional ice fisherman. The Baby? She's an avatar. Also, my real name is Rosalind Arusha Arkadina Altalune Florence Thurman-Busson. Yes, I am the
infant daughter of Uma Thurman.
Okay, that last paragraph is totally made up. But, you see my point, which is that people lie a lot these days and sometimes it's hard to know what to believe. Of course I'm talking about athletes and actresses and half-baked conspiracy theorists and writers whose memoirs turn out to be fiction. Basically, the whole world's gone Pinocchio.
