Nutin honey

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I've been trying to think of stuff to say.  Stuff that might be interesting, or at the very least non-coma inducing.  

Trouble is, there is not much to say.  I mean you've all heard about the new house (which occupies pretty much every thought I have these days outside of the basic needs of existence).  You've all heard about adoption, and ADD, and napping.  My brother Ben thinks I am so under stimulated that all I do is nap.

I don't only nap Ben, I blog too.  Sometimes.  So there.

I've tried to be funny.  I've been seriously self centered and depressed.  I've been mad and sad.  I am sure, at this point, a good portion of my faithful few readers have stopped reading.  I guess that makes them just few readers and no longer faithful.  How unfortunate for me.

So, in order to create a more perfect blog that you might care about I give you pictures.  AKA the lazy woman's way of posting when she has nothing to say.





I know, I know, I better find something to talk about soon because those are just weird.

Comments

That Girl said…
Tee hee! I think my favorite is the last one. I have exactly 79841326579874651 just like it in my computer archives ...
5:52 PM
Anonymous said…
Not only do you have a few really faithful readers who read your whole post :) One checks daily (when the internet cooperates) just to see what you have to say!

I also know where there are all the free boxes moving you need, you just have to travel out west to pick-em-up. Maybe a bit of a stretch, but I thought I'd try ;)
8:50 PM
Sarah said…
Does that still count as free though? The low, low price of a plane ticket or two?
Love you!
9:04 PM
Anonymous said…
Hey, unless you get somebody to deliver the boxes to you there is a pick-up cost. If you consider the fact that you are going on vacation to Disneyland, the pick-up price still is free :) It all depends on how you want to arrange the acconting spreadsheed. Surely the cost of moving supplies is tax deductable.
10:30 PM
AMS said…
Hey, your nutin' is at least somethin' that still brings a smile to my face... and we're still here, at least I am :).
4:19 PM
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