It’s been a heckofa long time since I blogged. Normally I don’t make excuses for blog lapses; you just can assume I’ve been: A) busy B) lazy C) uninspired or D) held hostage by a band of wild sixth graders who insist I grade their personal narratives thisveryminute.
This time my blog-absence was absurdly long. But I have a good reason.
TWO very good reasons:
St. Matt and I are expecting our first children — twins — early next winter.
Go ahead and jump up and down in glee for me — the doctor says *I’m* to refrain from impish dancing. Do you know how hard it is to refrain from impish dancing and other hijinks when you’re this elated? WICKED HARD!
And while the Schmidtlets (lettes?) will be the very best things to happen to us, they are also terrible nausea-monsters. I’ve spent most of the past 3 months in varying shades of green.
Luckily green is my second-favorite color.
Even more lucky is the fact that The Queasy is finally, finally starting to pass.
Until it’s completely gone, however, I’ll keep rocking my sea-sickness bracelets and wearing a pea-soup completion with a smile. They’re the latest trends, you know.