Speaking of Basset Hounds???

How to explain "Speaking of Basset Hounds"...hmmm...well the best way I suppose is to start at the beginning although it's not uncommon for me to start in the middle, go back to beginning, skip to the end and then forget what I started to tell you in the first place.

Several years ago my husband (this would be Husband #3)(yes I've been married ALOT) and I had a litter of Basset Hound puppies that we were selling. A good friend of mine that I worked with was really enthused about adopting the last little long-eared baby but her husband was...well...less enthusiastic than she. So one evening after they finished dinner they were having a cup of coffee and a smoke while the husband finished telling one of his infamous stories. He was always a REALLY good storyteller which I personally believe is nearly a lost art. Anyway, my friend laughs at his story takes a breath and says, "Speaking of Basset Hounds...". Her husband looks at her and says, "Actually we weren't." And she in turn replies, "Well...now we are." So...ever since then, many times when I need to change the subject in a conversation I will simply say, "Speaking of Basset Hounds...". You see, to me life is nothing but a crapload of subject changes. And that's why I chose this name for my blog.

I've wanted to start blogging for a couple years now and even started to once but the best of intentions and all that. I just haven't had time. But I've decided recently, due to certain events in my life, that I need a place to rant when things piss me off and also record some of my history and happenings.

So...I'm going to begin.