I know you'll be glad to know that I've abandon the Beatle's song thing. Although I really wanted to use "Everybody's Got Something to Hide Except Me and My Monkey." If you didn't know the Beatles used drugs, I think that pretty much clinches it.
Hooray, renovation is over. Actually, it's been over since January, but life happens (blah, blah, blah). Too much chardonnay, not enough time as it were. Screw the excuses, I just got lazy. But I know all my followers (hello you two!) will be thrilled to know I'm back in the groove.
I know they say a good blog has a point and a specific focus. I feel perhaps I strayed from that, so I'll try to get back on the proverbial horse and attempt to entertain and enlighten you with the life and trials of my and Mr. D's childfree fabulous escapades. While you sit there in judgment calling me an booze-hound with an empty life....po-TAY-to, po-TAH-to. (But since there are currently only two of you, and one never comments, I think I can handle the criticism. And the other...well, I know where you live Sara. And I'll just chalk it up to your pregnancy hormones. Kisses!)
Peace out, homeys!
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