PuddleMonkey

I’ve neglected it and it hates me. I had such high hopes for it too, but, alas, I’ve proved myself to be just another lazy tart. I want to write, but sitting in front of the boob tube is just so much easier, and it doesn’t require me to fire synapses.

Truthfully, I’d probably write in my blog just about every other day if I treated it more like a journal or diary, but my day-to-day life is boring, and I don’t understand why anyone would want to read about it. So instead I feel like every entry has to be meaningful in some way, meaningful not just to me but to whomever reads it as well. I’m full of great ideas; my delivery just needs some work.

On to other topics . . .

I’d like to report that my vacation was a smashing success, and my dear husband even doted on me, which I definitely do not get enough of in daily life.

The trip began on a rather interesting note. Flight was great, but then after a trip on the Metro and a cab ride to our hotel, we found ourselves smack dab in the middle of the slums of D.C. Once we got to the room and discovered crusties on the toilet, I demanded to leave. Poor Gips felt terrible since he picked the hotel, but it was truly no big deal–I was totally and completely in vacation mode and confident that we would find another hotel with little trouble, and I didn’t really care how much it cost. We spoke to hotels.com, spoke to Halbie, asked Halbie to look another hotel up on the web, called said hotel and reserved room, checked out, took taxi back to Union Station and jumped back on the Metro. It was quite an exciting day.

Now I’m completely engulfed in work again and it doesn’t feel like I even took a vacation.

So, dear blog, I will try to be better to you and write more often. I know how much you like to hear from me.