BBAAAA

I never thought it would happen. I thought I was stronger. As it turns out I am strongly influenced by peer pressure and I have finally given in. I have joined the herd mentality of blogging. Tragic! All that time resisting appears to mean nothing. One little post on my mother's blog and suddenly I'm hooked. I'm beginning to think this is one of the worst drugs...

On to more serious business - to shed some light on my title choice:
I truly am unexplainable. You may think that I will now begin some entirely conceited description of just how amazing I am and how even though I will attempt to convey how awesome I am, words simply cannot describe just how mind-blowingly incredible a person Kayla McKay really is. But we all know that everyone would die of laughter before finishing my first blog and that would just be too incredibly pathetic so I will not try to kill you with my wonderful sense of humor just yet. I am unexplainable simply because no one has yet created a word that conveys just how weird and strange I am. Someone much more creative than myself should really work on that...
This leads to the second part of my title:
Dictionary.com defines an oddity as 1. an odd or remarkably unusual person, thing, or event 2. the quality of being odd; singularity, strangeness, or eccentricity 3. an odd characteristic or trait; peculiarity. I feel this is a perfectly fitting description of me so I guess I may have lied before, I guess there is a word that adequately defines me. Oh, dear, now I feel much less special.

Just in case you thought I was exaggerating just how strange I am I thought I would add in a glimpse of the me rarely seen outside of a few very close family members (who probably wish they saw it a lot less). On this particular day I decided to practice for the day that I will inevitably become that crazy cat lady down the street that all the neighborhood children fear.

Yes, I did put the cat on a leash and try to walk her (no Dacia, I do not abuse this adorable kitten, I promise). She certainly has a mind of her own though and I think she ended up walking me. That is until she saw a flower and freaked out - she is a huge wimp and is afraid of just about everything, including her own tail. I had to pick her up and carry her to the house as she tried to climb onto my head.

Oh, and, yes, I am wearing three slips. (Crazy cat ladies always have an eccentric wardrobe, do they not?) And although my father called me a shameless hussy for wandering about in my underwear I thought this was a HUGE improvement over the last time. I mean, I've got pants on. (I realized quickly the first time I attempted this stunt that although a slip is theoretically supposed help to keep you covered even three slips are incredibly see-through. - - ok so this was a complete lie, but is does make my life sound much more interesting).

As this is becoming a very long post I will say just one more thing. Although I have joined the herd in this blogging endeavor I refuse to give up my odd and unexplainable ways. If I must be a sheep than I will continue to be the black one...

BBAAAA!