I truly didn’t mean to go a whole week without saying anything. I guess I was just so… enamored of my four month letter. Okay, not really. I just don’t have anything funny or touching to say. I mean, do you really want to hear about how the kid pooped THREE TIMES while I was changing his diaper? I didn’t think so.
I’m working part-time, writing part-time. It’s a good balance for now. I work a split shift, which means I really don’t have enough time in one sitting to get more done than answering the 50 bajillion emails I get every day. Those darn students. So needy. (I kid.)
But I can at least show you what else I’ve been up to. I found some interesting urban legends about weddings. I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to wear purple at my wedding. Oops.
And I’ve been following the Michael Jackson neverending Neverland story. I almost feel sorry for the guy. It’s just so sad.
Been busy drooling over the many properties of Paul McCartney, too.
Also? Grateful I don’t have terrible in-laws to blog about. Not in this marriage anyway.
Oh, and I’m totally going to have to restrict myself from Twitter. It’s too addictive. Although I have gotten some great reads from people over there.
What is YOUR week shaping up to be?
