No, I've not fallen off the face of the Earth (yet)

Sorry for the lack of posting, but it’s that time of year again when anything not directly tied to my paid employment takes a seat in one of those fancy 3rd row seats that’s all the rage these days. You know, the tiny wee seat crammed in the back of the mini-SUVs, practically begging to be squished in the event of a minor rear-ending? Yeah, that one.

Anyway. I’m not dead (yet and thank god) but yesterday I said to The Husband, “Come May 3rd, I’m going to be on the first plane to the Bahamas whether you’re coming with or not.” His response was a unique mixture of A) exasperation, B) laughter, C) snorting and D) disbelief.

Come May 3rd in reality and not in my dream-land (ciao, Bahamas) this daily race will slow to a more manageable rate and I’ll finally be able to shake this exhaustion that your friendly coffee conglomerate’s venti latte cannot touch.

Which will mean:
101 in 1001 updates
Photos
Random babbling (with 50% less incoherent-ness), and
Maybe a story or two about yours truly shoving herself into pantyhose in a one-stalled bathroom whilest juggling purse and notebook(s), and trying to beat the barrista before some misguided person grabs *my* coffee thinking it’s theirs*


*This may or may not have actually happened... at 5:30 in the morning… after 3 hours sleep… It may or may not have ended in tears…