I know, I know.
My blogging frequency lately has been shameful.
If this were a paying job I'm sure I would be fired by now.
Then again, I would probably have been fired a long time ago because, quite frankly, I seem to blog about genitals and poop quite a bit.
Like the whole pooping from the penis fiasco. And telling my 4 year old about the birthing process in a moment of frustration. And of course the classic turd in the tub event.
So thanks for hanging with me despite all that.
And I'll try to pick it up from my end.
But I can't make any promises.
I have a few things going on around here.
Like a big move coming up.
And the whole it'sjustahouseit'sjustahouseit'sjustahouse issue.
And world peace. That one's a lot of pressure for someone with just a bachelor's degree in bedpans.
Let's face it people, I really just went to college for my MRS degree.
And boy did it pay off.
Have you seen him?
Oh PTB, don't get your feminist britches in a bunch. I didn't really go to college to find a man.
I went because I wanted to be a nurse and help people.
I just didn't realize at the time that there would be dirty old men who would trick me into giving them sponge baths by feigning immobility.
But let's not talk about that. It wasn't pretty.
Happy Birthday Josh!
I hope you liked your cake in a box. (Name that Saturday Night Live skit)
And your sweet baby boy snuggles.
And then your squirmy two-kid snuggles that ended with you getting kneed in your netheregions.
Sorry about that.
And about not having a birthday present for you.
But Happy Birthday anyway!