Yes, it’s true. I haven’t posted in a long time. I hate that I’ve been blogging once a week- people hate once a week. Once a week makes people super unhappy. Thusly I’m sorry.
So here’s a blog, even though I do not have much to report. (To put it at the basest and most extraordinarily trite level; I haven’t even been able to update my Facebook statuses lately.)
I did just get to [accidentally] throw a container of blueberries in the air and watch them scatter and smush themselves on the kitchen floor. Baby Lil tried to help me (read: she raced over when the sound of chaos reached her small but extremely alert ears) And if any of you have ever tried to play Are You Faster Than An 18 Month Old, you’ll know that it’s a game no one wins. At best, you have a fistful of oozy blueberries covered in cat hair.
In other news, children of all ages continue to Not Nap, Annie’s in a hilariously awesome show called “Carpenter’s Halloween” (as in Richard and Karen) at Mary’s Attic and I’m eating a Greek salad that is predominantly feta.
I had a lovely visit with New England and 3/4 of my family, saw my Dad rock one of his many guitars in a super cool benefit show and drank hot cider too quickly (and thus burned the roof of my mouth.) I am just reporting the facts, people.
Houses continue to be Horrific Places That Smell Like Old Food, homes we want to buy get taken OFF THE MARKET (yes, divorce is terrible, but deal with issues on your own time!) and I have yet to write two short stories and a scene about Tom’s brush with animal husbandry. Actually, there’s probably many short stories and scenes about brushes with animal husbandry that I have yet to write, but these three instances have specifically been put on a deadline. Also, the short stories are about something else entirely. Double also, wouldn’t Tom’s Brush With Animal Husbandry be a great band name or pop-up book?
Someone put me to bed. And send a muse. And could you play some Enya? The Celtic album. I love that one.
Thank you.
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