How many times have I disappeared and then come back on this blog? Stopped calling, stopped writing, stopped visiting; Leave without saying goodbye or giving so much as a reason.
So. Many. Times.
I think it’s safe to say that if this blog were a male, he’d have left me by now. Perhaps I’d still receive the occasional drunk dial, but sober? Not a chance.
Good thing this is just a blog.
I decided mid-afternoon today that I missed blogging. So I logged on and here I am.
Sorry had I known I was going to come back today I would have done something with myself.
THINK of all the fun I can have now that pinterest has made it so easy to upload pictures legally. According to pinterest that little guy is Baby Enrique. I just love him. And if you don't, what's wrong with you?
If pinterest were a dating site I would be misleading you. That's right. In a I'm-70-years-old-but-posted-my-20-year-old-photo-of-myself-on-plentyoffish.com kind of way.
You would be under the impression that my home looks like this..
My hair looks like this..
I serve nightly meals like this..
Have a banging body like this..
And tuck my imaginary kids into this every night..
Good thing i've already tricked my Man into being with me. Let's be honest though, that last room is nothing more than disappointment and slivers.