It's so strange to get sidetracked from blogging here for almost two weeks... how does that happen?
I'm not really so busy that I cannot breathe or take a break.
At least, I don't think I'm that busy.
Let me check.
(*breathes in and out a few times*)
Nope, still here and the ol' ticker's working, too.
Well, I shall just endeavor (as I've done before, I admit with much shame) to be a better blogger. Or to hire someone to blog on my behalf. I can pay in applause. Maybe gummy bears. (Nah, I'll keep the gummies. Sorry. I'm a selfish only child.)
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I need to do more of that getting sidetracked; I'm clearly addicted to blogging. When I knew we would be moving by the end of August, I figured I'd quit. But I can't. I wake up every day wanting to write more.
Next month it all changes. Next month I get a full-time job, and I won't have time to write diddly-squeak. I'm a little worried about going cold turkey, but I'll just have to give it a shot.
Oh -- and your boy should do fine! My cousin's son's favorite color was pink and he had a much-beloved Cabbage Patch doll he took to school every day. But he still liked soccer and paint-balling and other boy stuff, and he was hugely popular with everyone because he was gregarious. If I had a son, I'd pray that he had a warm fuzzy side.
You know, summertime many people get sidetracked from blogging. I do. I just, I don't know ... feel disjointed. Today's posted was a post saying I had nothing much to say. Haha.
:::banging fits on legs:::
New video of you and son! New video of you and son!
(This is me missing you)
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