And So It Goes...

I sat down at the computer intending to post. Because I thought, "hey, you know what? I'm going to do that thing where I promise to post every single day for the whole month." There's even a website that is named for that-I think. If I hadn't had a baby and lost several million brain cells due to estrogen overload, I probably could tell you what the name of that website is. But, a I did have a baby and lost unmentionable amounts of very important brain cells due to surging hormones and lack of sleep, I can't right now.

Rest assured I will research it and get back to you. If I even remember that I promised to research it.

But, back to the topic at hand. I sat down at the computer this afternoon intending to post. Instead, I called The Man and we ended up having a 45 minute "discussion" about which one of us sucks the worse.

This is a pretty clear snapshot of how things are working around here now. You know, the things PREVENTING the posting. Well, that AND "Criminal Minds", AND a biting 10-month-old who is extremely clingy and currently fully immersed in something the books call "separation anxiety phase". I call it "FUUUUUUUCCCCCKKK." But I'm pretty sure Dr. Sears isn't a fan of that.

Despite these plethora of distractions, today I have made a promise to post every single day this month on either this blog or on The Butterknife. I AM going to do it. Just because you said I couldn't.

Unfortunately for you, this piece of crap actually counts as today's post.

See you tomorrow.