I have not been blogging. Because I have nothing to say.
That's right, nothing.
If I did have something to say, it might be that I am in dire need of a pedicure. Okay, I know, need is a ridiculous word to describe a pedicure. Who really needs a pedicure? Well, I do. Get over it.
Also, work is crazy. Busy for me equals checking out of other areas of life. Like blogging. Priorities people. Sigh. I want this part of my life back. Conundrum if you will.
Oh and incase you were wondering, we watch HGTV every night whilst falling asleep. (Yes, I said whilst, and no, I'm not going to try and defend the fact that we watch TV in bed, it's just how we roll. To each his own.) Anyways, I have discovered recently that by brain has now associated HGTV with sleeping. So, when I walk up my spiral staircase to have a nice relaxing lunch with the husband and he is watching a writhing episode of "House Hunters," I have to do everything in my power not to fall into dreamland. So, HGTV is now banned in the Throckmorton house anytime before 10pm. Oh, and on a side note, I might be reconsidering my nighttime TV channel because the past 3 nights there has been a super loud infomercial that comes on around 4:45am which promptly puts both Bryan and I into a fluster to try and find the remote to turn it down. My life really is rough.
I'm still processing camp. I've been back for 2 weeks now and I feel incomplete. Don't know why or how it's just honestly the first word that came to my mind. Maybe I left something there. I should take inventory of my clothes.
See, absolutely nothing on my mind. Except for designing conference logos, creating blogs, Siesta Key, baked spaghetti, Dave-O-Rama, ear wax, contracts, baby onesies, washing saliva off of every window in my house, and sleep. I will spare you the details.
