I want to be a good blogger, really I do, but my life keeps getting in the way. This week's excuse is that Lane has been working day and night on his upcoming gallery exhibition so I've pretty much been on my own this month, entertaining the boy, planning our upcoming trip to Houston, fighting against the forces of chaos that threaten to swallow up our tiny home, fighting off a cold.
At this moment I am recovering from taking Jasper to school in the rain and slush. I'm posting like a slob on an unmade bed with a tea tray dangerously balanced on the rumbled blankets (I can make tea but I can't make the bed?). Anyway, poor me. We should all live so well. But I do feel kind of like Riche Tenenbaum sitting on the tennis court with one sock on one foot, the other foot bare.
Perhaps, perhaps, I'll get it together to post once more before we leave for Houston to celebrate my grandmother's 90th birthday. I have a date with my husband tomorrow. A date, and a sitter. Tomorrow will be very, very good. Happy Valentine's to you all.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Posted by Adriana Velez at 12:04 PM