Last August, I typed my New Year’s goals for you after declaring my own year (still working on the calendar system, but I can tell you right now, February is gonna get more days. Possibly at the expense of September. I hate that month). I haven’t been very present on this blog. Or anywhere, actually….
It’s been a couple minutes, right? I left you on a fairly grim note, and I’d love to tell you that my two month absence since then is because I’ve been frolicking on a cloud made of rainbows and gin cocktails and unicorns and nachos. That, however, would be a lie. June and July were…
I am so tired, you guys. Like jet lag and stress and pre-release week and new meds have all combined to kick my ass. I’ve been in bed before 10 almost every night this week and the only regret I have about my kiddo coming home tonight is that means I won’t be able to…
I am leaving next Friday for a sixteen-day European vacation. This is (a) my longest trip I’ve ever taken since college and (b) the first big trip I’ve taken with the Beer Guy. (We’ve done weekend trips, and a week-long trip to Mexico, but his family was there, and although I love them all, it’s…
It is Thursday, right? I’ve been off a day all week. Anyway, I think I have the right day, so here goes. Money is the worst, y’all. (I’ve started my taxes for 2017.) Money is also the greatest (I’m going to Ireland/Spain in <1 month!). Sigh. Money. My child, the adorable and sassy AF Alvie…