When I was in the 3rd grade my teacher asked us to write an autobiography. I remember feeling overwhelmed by what seemed like an undertaking of immense proportions. I could not, for the life of me, understand why she gave us just one night to complete a project of this scale and scope (I can't remember what my autobiography said, but I do remember it was the longest in the class...). Years later, my blog attests to how much mileage I get out of the trivial and mundane (i.e., coffee, eyebrows, and salsa shoes). And, yet, when asked to write a bio, I have nothing to say except that I once graduated college and now I write a blog.

Just for today, I can accept that I have a boring life.