I've decided it's really difficult to keep up with a blog when one lives a life as exciting as mine.
To wit (I've said it before, and I'll say it again, one of the best things about blogging is getting to use phrases you'd never say in real life, like "to wit"):
Bunhead, after ballet class last week: I feel so out of touch with the other girls in class. Last week, during spring break, Rachel went to France. Lauren went to Hawaii. Olivia went to Pompeii!
Me: Are you saying our spring break wasn't exciting, or interesting, or stimulating? What about the day the dog got so stressed, he pooped on the floor while we were trimming his nails? Wasn't that a story you'll tell your children? Oh, and don't forget that one afternoon when we went to StuffMart and I made everyone behind us in the self-checkout line wait for 15 minutes while I plugged dimes and nickels into the slot to pay for my purchases! Wasn't that a lively time? Oh, oh, and the morning that the cow and her calf escaped, and we had to go all Lonesome Dove out on the highway to round 'em back up? That was kind of cool. And then there was that time your dad wigged out because the floor needed to be vacuumed. That was ... uh ... memorable.
Bunhead, giving me that look that says, Only by some bizarre genetic mutation am I related to you : Yeah.
So yeah. That's what's been rockin' and rollin' in my life. But I just found out about a new candy bar that's just begging for my comments. You know I always have an opinion about chocolate - usually that 1) it's good, and 2) I need some - so that'll be up next.