So I fell off the NaBloPoMo horse for a few days. Big surprise there. Seriously, the fact that I’ve managed to log in more than three times this entire month is nothing short of miraculous and I owe it all to the copious amounts of coffee I’ve been drinking. If you smell something off, it’s probably me and my coffee breath 2,000 miles away. I got passive-aggressively called out in this public speaking class I’m taking right now for delivering a speech yesterday with a wad of gum in my mouth, but I make no apologies. The world is not ready for my unmasked stank breath.
But thanks to my friend Meredith who writes one of my favorite blogs in the entire world Pile of Babies, I’m climbing back on the ol’ steed of blogging. Or is a donkey? Yeah, it’s probably a donkey. Humble and trusty. And you can smell it coming. I don’t even know where I’m going with this.
Hop over to Pile of Babies (and subscribe while you’re there…Meredith will never desert you like I’m known to do) to read my skewering of the atrocity that is the Thanksgiving meal.
The Waiting 