To say that I haven't felt like blogging lately is to say that Russia is kind of big. But yes, I do have reasons:
- We've been roasting here in the Southeastern You-inted States for four days in a row– all in the upper 90s. Now, I remember a while back I was complaining about 102 degrees in August and how it was a record-breaking temperature and I had a reader in Australia chide me about that being nothing, compared to Australian heat. Yes, dear reader: that's because this is NOT Australia and temperatures over 100 degrees are highly unusual around these here parts. If I were in California, I'd be complaining about someone spitting a little too forcefully and getting a rock wet, understand.
- I've been tired and distracted and stuff because,
- I'm pregnant.
- It's due in February– I'm just amazingly bad at keeping anything a secret.
- Also, Herr Meow had a very scary accident today. He's okay, but I'm still traumatized. More on that later.
Alrighty. Um. Enjoy the thunderstorm, those of you who get to live through it, and for the rest of you, enjoy your June 10/11 timeframe. Whee.
Pee Ess: It's in awkward moments like these that I realize why it's important to have a catchy valediction or closing line to fall back on, such as, "I remain your ever faithful servant and admirer;" "Good night and good luck;" or, you know, "Seacrest, out!"