And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow

Snow kinda gets on my nerves. I mean, sure it's pretty and all. I enjoy making snowmen, snow angels and snowballs like any other person. But it keeps me trapped in my house. It makes me cold--I mean really, really cold. It attaches to my children's shoes, making large, slippery, filthy puddles everywhere. Under any other circumstance something keeping me prisoner in my house and forcing me to clean over and over again while shivering from hypothermia setting in would be considered cruel and unusual punishment.

All I can think of is The Shining. Thank goodness my garage is a hot mess and I can't reach my ax.

I do have plans though. A couple of projects I hope to tackle this weekend.

I'll keep you updated.

Unless I am at the psychiatric hospital. I am pretty sure they don't have an Internet connection there.

My bad

OK I have totally, completely, utterly, embarrassingly been avoiding, ignoring, forgetting, shunning this blog. Why? Well, life since July has been...strange.

I want to come back--if you will have me. I know that I am a pitiful excuse of a blogger...a sham, really. But I promise, if you give me another chance, I will do my best to pour my heart out again and again for your amusement. I solemnly swear to laugh at myself and encourage you to do so. To share my successes AND my failures.

Well, isn't that typical. In the middle of my heartfelt, gut wrenching begging I was interrupted by The Girl screaming. Apparently she had hurt her foot (for the second time today) by stepping on something she should not. No worries--shrugging it off--getting back to writing. Ok where was I?

Phone call. Yeah. I can't remember what I was going to say. I have lost the mojo. OK Oprah is now on. It is her last season. And her birthday episode... Distraction is evil. Now I am giving in...Oprah just got cute new puppies. Someone stop me.

I love you guys, please say you will have me back. Call me. Seriously. 'kay?