miss isabella

I blog all the time. Unfortunately, it's mostly in my head. I have these great ideas when I drive to work, when I'm making a tuna sandwich or when I'm seconds from slipping into sleep, yet as soon as my fingers graze these twenty-six pewter keys my mind goes blank, finger still.

What gives?

Although today I am at a sincere loss and don't have profound words of wisdom to expel on my audience or hilarious anecdotes, I do have Isabella (ok, I know I rarely have pearls of wisdom and I am even more rarely hilarious, but just flow with it). Not only does she rock my socks off, she doesn't really even need an introduction. Perfection.