Who, What, Where and When

Wow. After all that procrastination, which is such a fundamental aspect of my personality, I have actually started a blog. Go me!!!

Of course, it took me around 45 minutes to decide a name for said blog (which I'm still not completely happy with), and around half an hour of debating what I want this blog to be about. Do I want to be a diarist? Shall I tell everyone all about my life? or shall I write about religion, fashion, books, the life and times of a Pakistani housewife who is desperate to prove that she isn't the average typical housewife? As always, I haven't made up my mind. But then again, why on God's green Earth should I limit myself? This is MY blog, my little piece of real estate on the internet. If I wish to write about the mating habits of blow flies, I shall do so. Again, go me!

Who am I? I'm a corporate lawyer based in Karachi, currently on sabbatical, due to the birth of my own little piece of sunshine, my son Dundun. Of course that isn't his real name and thank God for that, otherwise I may as well start putting money aside for his many many psychiatrist visits. I love him to bits and am already jealous of the nasty cow who will marry him and take him away from his mama. The fact that he is only three months old MashaAllah and that his marriage is at least 25 years in the future (and most likely more, if I have anything to do with it!) does not in any way lessen my hatred of said woman. I warn you now, I will be an AWFUL mother-in-law. Anyhoos, after over 7 years of working, the whole lifestyle of stay-at-home mom is very difficult to adjust to, regardless of bright eyed, bushy-tailed darling dundun. Hence the creation of this blog, through which I will attempt to entertain my readers (am hoping there will be someone who is bored enough to actually read this!) with stupid, silly updates on my life.

On a completely irrelevant note, while typing this post, my husband has suddenly decided to over-share by stating that his guilty pleasure is watching "The Devil Wears Prada". Hmmmmmm. Should I be worried? Or should I use this to justify blowing up a gazillion dollars on net-a-porter while explaining to the light of my life that I am trying to emulate Anne Hathaway's wardrobe?

Later.