Doodaddy

Have you ever gone a week without brushing your teeth? That’s what it was like to be without the Internet over the long weekend — a little bit freed from a chore, but mostly just gross.

Even Boo is disappointed in me. I swear she looks like she’s about 14 now.

So, that sucked. Five days without access and a ready-made excuse not to write. (Let me be clear: my computer worked fine; I could easily have written posts and gotten them up somehow. But I’m a good procrastinator — no, I’m world class procrastinator. If procrastinating were in the Olympics, I’d be investigated for procrastination-enhancing drugs. 

I didn’t write at all. I kept thinking "Lo! My connection will return anon, and verily will I write then!" Liar.

Yay, though: we’re back up and I’ve scratched the tartar off my metaphorical teeth, which is to say that I laboriously deleted the 413 collected spam e-mails that appeared with the reestablished connection. Sadly for the blog, Boobaby grew about four years’ worth over the past four days: she’s all of a sudden a little girl! So there’s a lot to say — time to roll up my sleeves and get started.

Does this happen to everyone? Babies don’t develop on a curve, do they? It’s all leaps and bounds and, this past weekend, pole vaults.