My folks will likely disown me (or at least give me the icy silent treatment for several days) after they discover tomorrow AM that my shiny, new biodata isn't in their inbox. I've asked them to refer all of the (un)suitable boys they and their friends unearth for me to this blog and my gazillion profiles on online networking sites, but amma very firmly declared, "I will not send anyone to that block of yours!" to which I just giggled and said, "You said block." Then, becoming very defensive, I threw in there, "You want to know how many people read my blog? Hundreds! It's good enough for them."
Okay, so maybe I embellished the number a little bit, but I was trying to make a point.
Anyway, the biodata still doesn't exist. I say phooey to such silly things. How am I supposed to condense my life's experiences into a single page? I do have a feeling, however, that my folks are going to guilt me--or ignore me--into doing just that, at which point I will make a special plea to all of my biodata experts out there to help me put something together.