The other night, I wished and wished and wished and wished for a blog of my very own. And then I was all, oh crap.
Just watch as I start paying attention to my blog again. I'm ready. Seriously. Why are you laughing?
It's hard to concentrate with all of these wounds. These, toddlerific, bite-sized wounds. On my leg. And my shoulder. And my chest. Ow.
Just waiting for the red velvet cupcakes to cool so I can frost them (don't get all excited, they're Hungry Girl.). And then eat six of them before bedtime.