This post is for Katie since she said she missed seeing updates.  Honestly I’m pretty sure it’s just her (she?) and our Mom reading at this point.  And that just makes me all kinds of less nervous and more liable to let things slide like lyrics that only barely make sense as post titles.

So yeah.  Shannon and I are awesome.  Sorry, Adrien, it’s just plain facts.  Stuff happens when you’re off cavorting/cataloging secret artifacts in the nation’s capitol.

Badow.

totes presh

Also, Shannon is incredibly creative and talented.  She refashioned (sorry Shannon, can’t think of a more apt term that you hate less) a few skirts lately and I’m hoping she’ll post about them here sometime soon.  Very soon, cause she’s going to Italy.  I-ta-ly.  Like, as in, there’s a snail in your ear.  Tangents… right then, here she is in all her skirty glory.

wut, you want this?

Honestly I haven’t had much free time lately.  See, I have this adorable babe that prefers not to sleep in her bed.  That’s just silly.  Why would you sleep in a bed when you can sleep here?  I mean, really.

I whip my hair back and forth. I mean my existential hair, of course.

That’s my Harry Potter O RLY? Owl t-shirt, btw.  Almost as comfy as my Do-you-not-know-who-I-am? T-shirt.

Sooo… yeah.  I don’t want to say my self-esteem is shot lately, because I feel pretty good about life in general and I’m happy with my family and things.  I think it’s just my self-image… if that makes sense.  Everything’s changed (again) and I’m tired.  Tired of not sleeping and worrying about various baby things and tired of looking different than I used to.  It’s not a new story, it’s a tired story.  Ha.

Also, the story/novelish thing I’ve been working on for almost a year (which is mostly in my head because there is a grand total of 18 pages written down, mostly non-linear and confusing to anyone who is not me) is a little too serious (or perhaps just serious enough?) and I tend to get all emo when my husband is out of town for work and I really shouldn’t blog at 3 in the morning especially when I’m listening to things by Lindsey Buckingham and why do they even bother making soy ice cream because it doesn’t even taste good.

And this is why I don’t blog regularly.  Or this is why I don’t talk to people.  Or both.

You know what I’m saying?

So that’s a no, then.

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