So after promising to get back into regular posting I see it's been 3 weeks since my last post. Sigh.
I could tell you how busy I've been, but that would be boring.
I could tell you that I've been searching my soul in quiet moments to find inner peace and enlightenment, but that would be a lie.
Or I could just tell you the truth.
I have a Playstation and recently invested in The Sims 3. I spend my entire free time attempting to make play-play people woohoo (aka Sim sex) inbetween essential activities like clearing the fridge and emptying bladders.
It was an impulse buy that's turned into a complete addiction and has left my husband to do things like clear the fridge and, um, all that, while I play. Everyone asks if I'm going away this holiday and the truth is I'm not. I'm ecstatically happy that I'll be at home so I can spend quality time with my Sims and hopefully get a whole load more of them to woohoo their brains out.
In my rapid decline, I mean, mature spiral to 40, I think these games are probably not appropriate. Neither is my obsession with whipping my hair back and forth every opportunity I get, but hey, who are you to judge (I judge enough for both of us).
In other Rambler news, I spent the beginning of this week in sub-tropical terrain (it was rainy okay) looking at avocados. I have to admit it was fascinating and as I trotted through mud with the biggest and curliest hair I've ever had, I found myself with a whole lot more respect for my husband, the farmer. It's hectic business this farming thing. You are at the mercy of the seasons (hence my huge hair) and there is nowhere to get a latte in sight. It's a calling for some I tell you. I got home and headed straight to Seattle Coffee Company to reiterate my cityboy status.
And in even more news, I went to our Christmas party dressed as Zorro. Which would have been cool. If the theme wasn't Wild West. Which Zorro isn't. So I drank. And stole other people's costumes.
I'm cool like that.
Back to work with me. Silly season is here and we have a ludicrous amount of time to whip together genius (and our hair) (back and forth).
