Toeing The Line

Where is the line? What degree of undress is acceptable for a blog-posted baby pic? What can I talk about on here without revealing too much about my family and our deepest, darkest secrets? I have no problem telling you about my gammy knee problems or my iPod playlists or my lingering golden slumbers - or my 100% intentional over-indulgence at this weekend's perfectly-timed, sanity-saving housewarming party on Porter's Lake, where I got drunk and yelled obscenities at other drunks, and talked Lost with the sober folks, and mangled some songs on guitar before fancying a magic wand out of a dead pine tree and turning the other party guests into an army of minks and weasels (didn't I? somebody please confirm). Where was I? Right - the line...

What I'm trying to say is: please email me if you want to see pictures of Terri diving across the nursery to save the carpet from a "number two" escaping a standing, laughing, naked baby Lydia.