Am I the only one not feeling particularly bloggy?
My blog has become the neglected stepchild of my family.
Poor little blog.
Don't you fret.
Maybe I'll find some inspiration at the bottom of the laundry basket.
In the meantime, contemplate this:
Why couldn't I outgrow the one before developing the other?
And while we are on the subject of me and my development, look at this!
I have been developing quite nicely. No, I am NOT expecting to deliver a baby in a few months. Not unless it's a baby made entirely of chocolate chip cookie dough, home-made ice cream, bar-b-que'd hamburgers, and toasted bagels dripping in butter. That's all me, baby. My center is soft and delicious, as explained to me by Reachel at Cardigan Empire.
Clearly, I'm enjoying my summer far too much.
It's okay, though. According to Robert, I'm still the fairest of them all.
P.S. You are all fired as my sense knocker into-ers. My children, however, are quite good at knocking me with sense when I start talking crazy. Just by being them.