Bev’s Beholden, Day 1

Guys.

GUYS.

I’m still here! I mean, I literally don’t know when I last logged in to this account, and by the looks of my site traffic, neither do you. But it’s OK. We’ve all got shit goin’ on, and if you know me well, you know I’ve got SHIT. going. on. So, logging in to the ol’ blogosphere here just hasn’t held priority for a few months. 

But today? TODAY?

Today kicks off something good. 

I mean, maybe. If you’re into Bev actually blogging, it’s good. Because today marks the beginning of a daily series. You read that right. Daily. For thirty days. Me, posting something. Here. Every day. 

November is a month of giving thanks, and for the next twenty-nine days, your world will be opened up to a new thing for which Bev is grateful. I mean, some will be obvious (cough, Silver Bullets, cough), but others will not. You may even learn something new about your ol’ pal, Bev.

Like how she has recently started taking a new medication that has been life-changing. (no, it’s not Viagra, Mouse) Or how Bev stays abreast of the latest and greatest news.

But for today, friends, I want you to know I’m thankful for you. All sixty-goddamn-three of you who subscribe to (and maybe never actually read) this blog, and the other five or six who check in occasionally. I’m thankful for every view, every comment, and every Bev reference you make- to me, or to others new to Bev. 

Also, I’m thankful for how nobody really gives a damn when I go “dark” for three months, but then also still reads when I come crawling out of the Woodford Reserve….  I mean, woodwork.

-Bev

P.S.- I’m also thankful for the Parent Trap movies. Both of them. (Yes, I’m looking at little Lindsay Lohan sending Meredith out onto a lake on an air mattress right now. Never gets old.)