So, as you may have guessed, my name is not Jane Vodka.

Duh.

No one is ever born with a cool beans name like that!

But I think I’m having my midlife crisis and I needed something to do, so I decided to move into the 21st century and air all of my dirty laundry in public, electronically.  I’m hoping it will be very therapeutic. (I tried a therapist once. That was not therapeutic. That cost a crap-load of money to have someone sit there and agree with me until I brought someone else in, then they sat there and agreed with them! Screw that noise!)

Unfortunately, I still have to live with the people who piss me off, so I can’t afford to piss them off.

Hence the Cool Name.

So, like I said, my name is Not Jane Vodka.

But I wish it was…  I would have married Mr. Vodka, given the chance.