Okay, to kick things off on my first day of blogging I have more than just a tale of shirking my responsibilities to take advantage of a powder day.

Since apparently this blog is supposed to be about shit that happens to me, or something, then I’ll tell you about last night, but first I should warn you that my life isn't all that interesting. I'm a dedicated family guy; I'm not Tucker Max. Watching my friend knock himself out or chasing after rogue crickets is as exciting as things get.

Well, there are other regular intervals of excitement in my life, but I’m not writing about that. Like I said, I'm not Tucker Max.

Anyway, last night I was sitting on the couch with my laptop, tweaking the words on the home page of my site when my seven-year-old daughter snuggled up to me. I’m a bit a private guy when it comes to my kids so I’ll just refer to them as “Boy” and “Girl” from here on out.

It’s hard to type when you’ve got a kid mashing her body against your arm, but I wasn’t about to shove her away. Getting snuggles is more important than work any day, so I wrapped my arm around her and typed with one hand.

I thought she was watching TV, but instead she was reading the content of my home page, and she read the welcoming line out loud: “I am a 40-year-old husband and father. I have a desk job. I don’t have much free time. In other words, I’m just like you, except I’m not fat… Daddy! That’s mean!”

“Uh, sweetheart, it’s kind of a joke. People know that I’m—“

“…get your fat ass in shape,” she interrupted with further reading. “That’s mean too! You’re mean!” She pulled away and ran into the other room. Time for damage control.

“Sweetie.” I chased after her. “It’s not like that. I’m kidding. I’m writing this book for grown up men and that’s how we talk to one another. I’m actually trying to help them. If they think it’s funny then they’ll keep reading and I can help them get in shape and live longer.” That’s me, the marketing guy. I can spin anything.

She gave me her most devastating retort, which was a raspberry. “I still think it’s mean.”

“Tell you what. If this book makes a lot of money then I’ll buy you something nice.” A smile. Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner.