It’s January 4. That means that somewhere along the recent way, I lost three days. Last thing I knew, it was Wednesday, which was New Year’s Eve. I blinked and now it’s Sunday.
And the weird thing is … there wasn’t even any alcohol or illicit drugs involved.
We’re only four days into the new year and I’m already off schedule and out of sorts. I think that may be a record for me.
Tomorrow the kids go back to school, my husband goes back to work, I go back to laundry and life goes back to normal.
Normal is a relative term, is it not? My normal could be quite a bit different than your normal. For instance, you may have a dog named Jake who sleeps on your bed. I may have a camel named Thor who sleeps on my kitchen table. Who’s to say what’s normal anymore?
I don’t have a camel named Thor.
And even if I did, he wouldn’t sleep on my kitchen table because … well, because … ewwww.
I was just making a hypothetical point. I love to make hypothetical points, because you can’t be wrong when you’re speaking hypothetically and anytime I can’t be wrong, I’m all over it. Hypothetically speaking.
Anyway, since it’s Sunday, I need to regurgitate something and since I recently cleaned my bathroom, I’d prefer it not be my breakfast. Therefore, I leave you with a post about how Nate and I met: I married my tall, dark, handsome, rebound guy.
In the meantime, I’m going to write something for tomorrow. I wish I could tell you it was going to be enthralling, riveting, engrossing, intriguing and fascinating, but no, I am not going to set myself up for colossal failure.
I’ve learned my lesson. From now on, I’m going to aim low.
Tomorrow’s post will be legible.
And you know, that’s not as low as you think it would be, because today, I’m going to try upgrading to wordpress 2.7 and I have no idea if my blog is going to like wordpress 2.7 or if it’s going to pitch a hissy fit and run screaming in the other direction.
So, if you have trouble accessing my blog in the next day or so, just know that on the other side of your monitor is a prematurely gray, slightly overweight, drowning-in-panic-sweat, puddle of OH SHIT posting OH MY GOD, HELP ME threads all over the Internet.
Yep, things will definitely be back to normal.
8 thoughts on “Sunday regurgitation, volume 4”
What an adorable story about you and Nate! Now you know that no matter what happens in life, such as your divorce, that fate has something better for you, waiting. If you don’t mind I would love to borrow your idea and write about my story with my hubby. P.S. Women are never wrong! Hypothetically speaking…..
Hypothetically speaking is never wrong but never say it in front of an insurance agent/police men/or any other legal person. they take it as a situation that needs to be looked in though..
Us woman get hypothetically speaking all the time.
I hope that your update of the blog will go well
I love your writing. Your story of meeting your husband is so cute!
We are never wrong…that is so true! Your story of meeting your husband is great. hugs!
great post. would give my left arm to see you in that wet suit!
I hope your blog transition goes well…I, for one, would be very sad if anything were to happen to it!!!
🙂 another ((hug)) a little late!! lol