OK maybe not big pimpin’. But certainly guest bloggin’. My Facebook brag about going to the dump elicited an invitation from Stamford Talk to write about it in more detail.
I brought my youngest there yesterday for the first time. And that’s a story for another day.
Talk is a great blogging friend. In fact I think she was my first commenter. I hope you’ll stop by her place and say hello.
Earlier today I tweeted “I sit on the floor, sorting months of mail. File, recycle, shred. The cat and dog have their morning brawl atop the neat stacks. Thanks guys.”
It’s quite the spring break I’m having here. I’ve now made two runs to the dump (details to follow in a guest blog post soon – believe me, I’ll be linking to it since it’s the only writing of any sort I’ve done in at least a month). The utensil drawer is sparkling clean. I can see the floor in my closet.
Short on fun. Long on productivity. I think the animals are encouraging me to abandon the house and go soak up the sun while it’s shining.
But first I’ve got to get to the bottom of a drawer or two…
“You haven’t updated your blog in a loooooong time,” she tells me during her check-in phone call. “I worry.”
I’m fine. Silent-ish but ok.
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