Have you missed me my darlings?
Well I'm right here growing ever fatter by the day. How can I be this busy and still be putting on pounds like some sedentary sloth? Pretty soon my poundage will just seep its way out of the car and slosh/roll its way to my office a good 10 feet ahead of me. I won't even need clothing because my body features will just meld into a gelatinous life form without any obvious structure. Except my mouth of course.
And don't you DARE bring up that McGriddle I had for breakfast. That was a once-every-six-months treat.
The healthy news is that I've almost completely given up pop - or as you Easterners call it "soda" or "co-cola" to the Southerners.
The strange news is I have a throbbing eyeball. Know when you get those weird annoying muscle twitches right around your eyelid? Well evidently I have one deep in my eye socket that's thumping on my eyeball - for real - this can only happen to me. It's been making my vision in one eye jump to the left with every heartbeat. Doc says it's stress. He's a genius. Anyway I told him that my life is a poster story for stress. So he wrote on his prescription pad "Give Mom a Break" and gave it to me. It's posted prominently on the frig.
So how is life without my blog posts? I'd blame it on my wicked schedule, but it really has more to do with sharing a computer with one working husband, two academically inclined teens, and a 6th grader who has found Disney shows online. The latter I can boot off with nary a second thought, but the first 3 have priority dibs that I have to honor.
So enough about me. How have you been?