Allergies are getting me down, and it seems that the crusty-nosed toddler is suffering from them too. We have been working (I have a little side job, and you would laugh your bums off if you knew what it was!), enjoying the last of the good weather, and are continuing to declutter in order to make room for stuff like this:
Oh, there have been a few opportunities to post. But, you see, Steve had a couple of evening obligations on Friday and Saturday, and Josephine went to bed by eight-thirty most nights, and well, when faced with the choice of spending hours writing some self-absorbed drivel and all the linking, linking and linking, or watching this with some of my best friends - well, I ask you: What would you have chosen?
Of course I READ some blogs too. But blogging and giving oneself a pedicure do not combine as well as trashy movies, the heady scents of Sally Hansen Kwik Off and liquor, and the taste of cookies. And quite honestly, none of you are Dermot Mulroney. (Are you?)