I don't think about it much of course. That would be well sad.
Because it has featured short stories with lots of rude words, I worry that I'm going to cause offence.
While it doesn't talk about work much, I wonder if it should. In real life, I do, some some would say far too much. Should I whip off a mask of friendly 'mumsiness' to reveal the stressed out businesswoman behind it?
I could make like Mike Yarwood and do a little tap dance in a lounge suit and dickie bow as I belt out: "And this is me" at the end of each post.Nor, despite being earmarked as a 'mummyblog' does it include lots of stuff about my children - inevitably a subject I chunter on about in real life ad nauseum.
Most of all I'd say that online, well apart from the tales of overeating and depression, I have somehow managed to foster a more positive presence than I am in real life.
Off I go, commenting on other people's blogs, telling them to take it easy, recognise their achievements, have a rest, love is all that matters, or whatever.
In real life at this moment I may just be the one requesting a sick bag.
And God help us if there's a knock at the door while I'm broadcasting these unremittingly positive messages.
If it's a salesman asking about my phone bill he soon finds out that when not at a computer keyboard I can be far from warm and fluffy.
How about you?