So I go and drop an “I’m pregnant!” bomb on my blog and then leave it alone for almost a month. That’s just wrong.
In the past month of high-speed crazy, there’s been a fantastic Thanksgiving, a visit from the British Woodroffe clan, lots of moisturizing, lots of go-go-going and not nearly enough sleep.
It’s been a blast though. I’ve got no complaints about a single thing in this wonderful life. So there’s that.
(Okay, so I can’t fit into anything I own and I’m pretty much living in leggings and big shirts and I can’t sleep on my tummy anymore. I could complain about all that, but … nah.)
I’m off to Dallas with the Woodies for a long weekend. I’m leaving this photo of a page in Brenner’s Minvera’s Wreck that’s a quote from the über-talented Roy Danger here to remind me to live in each moment.
Because that’s all we have in our youth. We can’t use up all our memories now, elsewise what will we have to push us through those golden years?
(There’s a photo I can’t find of Minerva’s Wreck. ABOUT NOSTALGIA.)