I know I've been a bit behind on posting, but my husband finally came home from work ya'll, and he's way more fun than blogging. I've also been hosting various relatives and revving up for Halloween (I get into holidays) and I have a few other projects going. Which is weird, because I'm not so much the project sort as the completely-and-totally-lazy sort.
But here it is, Wednesday morning, and I'm blogging. What do I have to say for myself?
I'm listening to Christmas music.
It's not my fault, okay? The Piano Guys posted samples of their upcoming Christmas album and I CAN'T HELP CLICKING. I love me some Piano Guys.
What else do I have to say for myself? It's 9 a.m. and I'm still wearing my bathrobe. Which is awesome because the pest control guy just knocked on my door and there is nothing I like more than showing my true sloth colors to total strangers.
At least I've started a load of laundry (er, thought about starting a load of laundry...) and decided what I want to make for dinner.
And lest you think I'm completely ignoring my kids, they are happily chasing each other around the living room with glow-in-the-dark skeletons and yelling, "Zzzoooooommmbieee!" If I were to get in the middle of their game it would just be mean.
Besides, I just spent the last 5 minutes brushing and braiding the hair of Leah's My Little Ponies. That is true parental love right there. (Seriously, have you ever tried to detangle pony hair? Pulling honey out of a beehive with your bare hands would be easier).
I have 80 posts in my things-to-write-about queue. 80. Plus a really great story about an irrational librarian and another about a smoke alarm that decided 1:30 in the morning was a good time to gripe about low batteries. (Things that make David swear: car problems and smoke alarms yelling "Fire!! Fire!!" and "Carbon monoxide detected!" right outside the bedrooms of your sleeping children as you try to wrangle with the stupid 9V batteries. Why do these things never run out of batteries at 3 p.m.?)
But, I suppose I should take a shower or something. That way at least I won't look lazy if someone else knocks on my door.
Gotta keep up appearances...