What is this thing you call blogging?
Yeah, there's been a lot going on with the Sassafam. There was the visitation dance, passing Lil E back and forth between parents, over the holiday. Then my brother and his wife came into town. Then I got all hell-bent on a crazy little idea called "cleaning the house." Plus, there's been all kinds of avoiding online grocery shopping (yet to happen) and debating whether spending $80 on sandals can be rationalized in a recession (apparently, yes). With all these high-priority happenings laced with much more that is mundane and time-wasting, you'd think I'd still be able to take 5 minutes to throw up a little two-fingered hello over the Sassafrass steering wheel. But, nooooo.
In fact, I wrote more when I was riddled with bronchitis. I've blogged through bouts of crabbiness, raging PMS, desperate shoe cravings and years' worth of sexual droughts. But throw a flag, some firecracker pops and a 57-item grocery list in front of me and I avoid blogging like I'm dodging the bouquet toss at a wedding.
Not to worry, though. The house is (relatively) clean, the overpriced (but well worth ignoring that price tag part) shoes have been shipped and my brother and sister-in-law are packing up to head home. That means I can no longer ignore the whimpers of the blank screen.
So I'm back, y'all. Thank Blog Llmighty, I'm back.
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