I returned from a great vacation with my kids to discover a flooded basement. Good times. As soon as I re-attained dry basement status, I did what any sensible person would do: I re-connected the modem. And then, lo and behold, I log into Blogger, and I have 2 followers! This makes me unspeakably happy, even if I'm a tremendous dork for feeling that way. Thank you, followers! Someone is reading! Perhaps I should start putting out snacks!
I'm working through a thoughtful, substantive post, which I want to finish tomorrow when it finishes deciding about which of 2 topics it's being written.
Meanwhile, my babies are about to go off on vacation with their dad, and I am going to miss them terribly, though I know they will have a good time.
DB has a vile stomach virus, and I was forbidden to go to his place for the next 24 hours other than to hand him a 2-liter of Ginger Ale and take possession of the dog because he's too sick to walk him.
I'm finally tired enough, after the flooded-basement adrenaline kick, to head off to sleep, DB's dog sleeping beside me, blowers and dehumidifiers humming below me.
Peace out, all, and sorry for the ramble. Just wanted to give a current sense of my exciting and illicit life.
I'm a follower because you can put into words what I've been through because of a similar situation: an affair. It's been a rough road and I'm in a happy place now. Anyhow, great insight. Keep it up :)
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