Hello. I know nobody’s going to read this. Therefore, I am at liberty to be as weird as ever I please. That makes me happy.
My name is — oh wait, I don’t really wanna let you know what my name is. You might figger out who I am. That’s really unlikely. Like, seriously, you don’t even care. But you can call me . . . . . . . . . .
umm, never mind, I can’t think up a name for myself right now. I’m That Girl Who Wears Dresses.
Now that that’s established, let’s move onward.
Today I said I would go to bed early. But then I found out that you can make buttermilk by putting a little bit of buttermilk in with a bunch of milk, and then, as long as everything goes properly, it all turns into buttermilk.
ISN’T THAT COOL?!?!?!?!?
So that’s what I did. Instead of turning in early on a school night, I decided to make buttermilk.
If I haven’t yet scared y’all off by now, know that this is just the beginning.
Scratch that. I’ll probably get bored of scribbling on this blog-thing in a couple of days.
That Girl Who Wears Dresses