I miss this space.
I keep feeling like I have nothing to write, but I'm going to do what all the wise Bloggy Swamis say to do. I'm just going to start typing and see what spills out.
So, here's the thing. Skinny jeans. I'm the last human on the planet to jump on the bandwagon. And I haven't even jumped yet. I mean, I feel kind of like jumping. But then all I can think about is Holy moley, those things look like sweat machines! I mean I think I can pull them off because I'm pretty darn happy with my weight and thigh circumference. But I just think I'd actually die if I wore them on a hot day.
I think I'll just pick up a few maxi skirts instead.
I spent last weekend with the girls of my family in a cabin in the woods. And it was glorious! There were lots of fun beverages, a hot tub and a fire in a fire pit that I spent hours upon hours just poking with a stick. Poke, poke, poke.
I did miss my babies and Mr. Ordinary.
And my b00bs missed Little Mister. He's 16 months and still nurses like crazy. I'm OK with this. Someday, even though it really feels like never, but someday he will stop.
Anyway, back to the cabin. There was a little bit of hiking, some board games, ghost stories and then some more poking the fire with a stick. Blissful, I tell ya. Completely and utterly blissful.
Ugh. I need a cabin. Don't think for a second that I didn't check the real estate listings as soon as I got home.
Now I just need to win the lottery.