The guilt just washes over me. Dude, the bro, keeps informing me that I need to update my blog. Even though we have been communicating daily as a result of his bout with Hollywood (yes, they finished filming at his house. Yes, they rented and returned his dining room table and silverware for the White House dining room shots. Yes, Val Kilmer and Fifty Cent visited with Josh Brolin on his patio. All too surreal for me). YES, FOR CRYIN' OUT LOUD, I KNOW I HAVEN'T BLOGGED SINCE JUNE 10th!!!!!!! I have a reason.
First, School got out. I hid under my bed (metaphorically, don't call the men in the white coats yet) until the dust settled and a routine got established with the comings and goings of the Teens of Summer. Then I had to get Girl ready for camp. She's in the North Georgia Mountains for two weeks, with no cell phone, no ipod and no computer. My bet is she survives, but barely. Then there is this lace shawl that I am trying to finish before our trip to the UK in two weeks. Not to mention stalking all my friends on Facebook and Ravelry.
And now I've been sucked into the time-vacuum that is PLURK. Oh, just go investigate it. I don't have time to explain. I have to go see what my friends are doing.
I'm not fixing dinner tonight. Again.