There was no big overarching reason for my bloggy break. I just needed, well, a break. I’m working more right now than I have in several years, and between taking care of work stuff and going to soccer practice and getting back in the swing of church on Wednesday nights and cooking and laundry-ing and whathaveyou-ing, I was starting to feel a little bit like my eyeballs were going to jump out of their sockets so that they could take turns knocking out my teeth.
Or something like that.
The bottom line is that I felt out of balance and out of whack and out of sorts. So I decided a week away from the blog might be a very good thing indeed. And as much as I died a little bit inside when I wasn’t blogging about the season premiere of “The Office” (PARKOUR!), I’m glad I stuck with the break. Life feels much less stress-y now.
Now that the break is officially over – even though it never officially started because 1) I am not an official and 2) I rarely do anything officially except for DRIVING MYSELF CRAZY WITH THE SEMANTICS, I AM OFFICIALLY DRIVING MYSELF CRAZY WITH THE SEMANTICS – I planned to sit down tonight and tell you some of the funny-ish things that happened this past week.
(For example, Alex got a reading award and we let him pick anywhere he wanted for supper Friday night. ANYWHERE. I was all geared up for some chips and salsa and some sort of tortilla-esque substance filled with cheese – because clearly if he could pick any restaurant he wanted he would surely opt for Mexican food – and do you know where he picked? DO YOU KNOW? Arby’s. He picked Arby’s. THEY DON’T EVEN HAVE COKE PRODUCTS THERE.)
(MUCH LESS QUESO.)
(THE STUFF THEY PUT ON TOP OF THE BEEF ‘N CHEDDAR SANDWICHES DOESN’T COUNT EVEN A LITTLE BIT.)
But as it turns out I haven’t done very much “writing” tonight after all because after supper I got completely sidetracked by the Emmys, and then David and I talked about how rearranging the furniture in our bedroom (fyi: we rearranged the furniture in our bedroom this afternoon) makes it feel so much bigger, and then I remembered that I haven’t read my October Southern Living yet, and I really want to read it, and I’m going to do just that because I am always a fan of a new idea for a fall door wreath.
So there you have it. I have grazed my toe across two droplets of water that splashed up from the shallow end of the bloggy pool, and now I’m running back over to my lounge chair so that I can snuggle up with a magazine. And I think you’ll agree that using an analogy from the depths of summer when we’re mere hours away from fall reveals a staggering lack of creativity and innovation.
In other words: it’s business as usual around here! With the same level of sub-par content that you’ve grown to tolerate!
You’re welcome!
Please know that I’ve missed you terribly.







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