Sophisticated Fun

"Is it Meg or Megan?"

It's the question that still haunts my dreams at night. Truth be told, I don't care. I'll answer to both; just don't call me Whitney. I thought it'd be a good idea as a young girl pursuing big dreams of becoming this world-changing, marathon-running, Paula Deen-cooking lady of grace to have a shortened, more sophisticated name.

As of yet, I haven't even successfully mastered the name change ... a long journey ahead, folks. For now, I'm Megan. Or Meg. Or MegJones. Or MJ. Or May May (that's a throwback).

Anywho, hi! This whole blogging thing is completely out of the ordinary for me. But, Maggie and Erin do it, so it must be okay. (Yes, that's my rationale for most decisions in life).

I'll most likely regret my posts - as they will probably be centered around embarrassing MegJones epiphanies. I'm not really sure where this is going ... but ... I can assure you, it'll be sophisticated fun.

I'll keep you posted.