Mostly Alive.

I tried to be good.  Really.

On Christmas morning I took pictures of everyone with their handmade gifts.  I took pictures of my yarn and wooly presents.  I took pictures of me using said presents.  I had blog posts outlined.

And yet, this is the first you're hearing of me this year.  

Whoops.

I meant to post everything on Christmas night or on the 26th, but after dealing with the mess of my brother's hood apartment break in Round 2, I was in no mood.  Believe me, there would have been so much swearing my computer would have exploded.

The week between Christmas and New Year was a pain, because I had to work, be sick, and plan how I was going to get Clara to Yuma before Jeff and I left for Tampa.  Last week, I was in Tampa, and sick.  You didn't want to hear from me then either, just because I would have gone on and on about being a snot monster.  And who wants to hear that for two weeks?

But it will get done this week, because next week school starts and then all hell will really break loose and I won't have time for much catch up. 

But I made an effort this time, does that count?