I've become really, really horrible at this blogging thing. In an old blog, I used to make, on occasion, 2-3 posts a day. What happened? Erhm..kids. Right.
I was digging around through old boxes of stuff (or rather, boxes of old stuff. The boxes themselves aren't too horribly ancient) and ran across four notebooks full of short stories. Oh my. Here's one from age 19:
He presented an engagement ring and exclaimed, "Think fast!"
In my bewilderment, I said yes. Now I am unhappily married to a large vat of beans.
The wedding was an unpleasant affair that took place over a three day period of time. None of my family made an appearance, though an undeniably attractive group of lentils showed up in time for cake.
The honeymoon was awful. I vomited on at least five separate occasions.
Sometime thereafter, I was arrested in Chicago for loitering at an elementary school, in the presence of an unhappy sunbear.
When released, I went home to discover that my husband had shacked up with the local baker! I was floored! I made a quick visit to Los Angeles where I met with a well known divorce attorney . The attorney and I were engaged by sunset, and we took turns shampooing each others hair.
Now I'm back in jail. I'm not entirely sure why.
The End, I suppose.
As for real life (because none of that actually happened), Landon has begun preschool and I feel an overwhelming urge to stay with him in his classroom all day. I guess I can't do that?
Nora is learning to crawl, sort of. She sees something in front of her, and attempts to get at it with a look of determination in her eyes - but crawls backwards instead. It is with the saddest, most confused little infant face that she looks up at you, trying to figure out what to do next.
Tomorrow: I'm hoping for sunshine because Landon is desperately wanting to go adventuring!
I may as well share the URL for this. No use writing things that only I'm going to read. Right? Write? I'm tired.
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