I chose the rather typical and somewhat boring way to enter this world – I was born.  This occurred in the Midwestern state of Iowa on a cold Christmas morning to a carpenter and his wife Mary – no, I’m not kidding.  But there was no bright light in the east or chorus of angels singing, but rather the yearly complaint about how I ruined their Christmas.  I’ve  made them pay ever since.   I’m the youngest of four children – much younger, which made me an only child in a lot of ways.  That was okay with me, I see nothing wrong with being absolutely spoiled rotten.  When I was eight the old man had the nerve to move us to the great state of Texas – I say us, because, despite my whining, he insisted on bringing my brothers.  By the time I entered my teen years, they were all gone, leaving me in charge of spending all of my parents money, a job I accepted without reservation.  I worked hard at my new position of Princess in Waiting, meandering from one thing to another until I wound up at college.   Since I was there anyway I decided to get a Bachelor of Arts in History, with a minor in Anthropology, a great background for romantic comedy, don’t you think?  I’m still at home, but for the very un-funny position of caregiver for my mother who suffers from Alzheimer’s.  Mom and I, along with our four cats Neely Shae, Seamas (a.k.a. Bubba the Red-Necked Kitty), Aidan and Bailey, meet each day with love and laughter – and to paraphrase the wonderful Bill Cosby “With humor you can survive anything”.