Sorry for the blatant neglect! I feel terrible. (Well, not really terrible but I feel pretty bad about it.) I've been doing some odd jobs/freelance type work and as usual, my time management skills suck and something's got to give and that ends up being you guys and laundry. I am sorry you're relegated to laundry status, that is pretty bad.
On top of poor time management, work also takes me about 500x longer than it ever did before due to various technical difficulties like people stapling all of my printer paper into books with one made-up word written on each page. I asked little kid why he did this and he angrily told me that he had to make books telling his work friends not to throw his cell phone into the ocean because they are on a 104 day vacation to Mexico. I asked why he wasn't in Mexico (thinking of how much easier working at home would be if he was in Mexico) and he said, "Someone's gots to stay and do the work!" No clear answer on why they have his cell phone, why they would throw it in the ocean or why they couldn't share one book about not throwing cell phones into oceans.
He also informed me that his work friends were "dellergic" to girls and could never, ever meet me. He was sorry to relay that sad piece of news and I'm sad that so many are afflicted with dellergic reactions to girls. That will be one boring trip to Mexico!
Mysteriously, little kid's name appeared printed in capital letters with a Sharpie on my coffee table. When we accused him of doing it, he began shaking with rage and indignation and insisted that he did NOT write his name on the coffee table, that he didn't know who did it, and that he was really really mad at us for blaming him for everything. So I guess we have an intruder with handwriting very similar to his; clearly someone with a sinister plan to frame him.
In happier news, Big Kid won a bike! This was extra awesome because he outgrew his bike and buying him a new one has been on the to do list but we won one with $5 worth of raffle tickets. I am pretty sure this is a sign that I'm about to win the HGTV Dream House because GOD OWES ME.
(Just kidding, God, but it would be nice...)
Anyhoo, I feel like we went on a few dates and I got lucky and didn't call you back for a while and now this is the awkward "So, how have you been?" reunion booty call. It doesn't help that I condensed 4 or 5 decent potential posts into one short, choppy awkward post.
But whatever, at least I called, right?