I'm not dead.
...well, depending on your definition of dead, really. But I managed to survive two more infestations of illness in our house. Yay!
Mostly I'm just writing like a fool and far too sleepy to think in more than 140-character blurbs. (That's my li'l plug to add me on Twitter. Link in the side bar.)
So, here are the updates I know that you're dying to read:
* Wylde2 is officially 70,000 words old. Aw... it's so cute when they get to that stage. It's almost like they'll write the rest of themselves, right? RIGHT!?!? <-- yeah, I don't really believe that. Cause that would just be silly... *sobs*
* I still haven't planned Gwen's 5th birthday party. I'm thinking the week before is too late, and the month before is too early. Either way, putting it off makes me feel better about the world.
* No other shareable news.
I do promise that my next blog will have something of substance that will awe you with its wisdom and charm. Or at least something that will assure you of my ongoing quest to regurgitate the wisdom of others.
Mostly I'm just writing like a fool and far too sleepy to think in more than 140-character blurbs. (That's my li'l plug to add me on Twitter. Link in the side bar.)
So, here are the updates I know that you're dying to read:
* Wylde2 is officially 70,000 words old. Aw... it's so cute when they get to that stage. It's almost like they'll write the rest of themselves, right? RIGHT!?!? <-- yeah, I don't really believe that. Cause that would just be silly... *sobs*
* I still haven't planned Gwen's 5th birthday party. I'm thinking the week before is too late, and the month before is too early. Either way, putting it off makes me feel better about the world.
* No other shareable news.
I do promise that my next blog will have something of substance that will awe you with its wisdom and charm. Or at least something that will assure you of my ongoing quest to regurgitate the wisdom of others.