I got a comment from my brother, and all it said was “Come on and blog again”. I guess I should blog then, huh? Where should I start? Perhaps like Kipling, with a “Once upon a Time, O Best Beloved” for my Best Beloved Brother?
Not much going on as of right now…
Well, I take that back, there’s a lot going on since I last wrote.
My godson, Ian, was born, and that was nice. His dad was sick at his baptism, and put several of us in the hospital with gastroenteritis. That was not so nice, but the poor guy had no clue that he was contagious. My goddaughter, Danielle (Ian’s big sister), continues to be a constant delight, every time I see her. She’s going through potty training right now, so she doesn’t wear a daiper anymore. I ended up spending a few minutes on Saturday convincing her that big girls have to wear something. She just grinned and let me put her pull-ups on; I doubt they lasted five minutes after I walked out the door.
A friend of mine contracted rheumatic fever, so say a little prayer for her. My friends get the strangest illnesses.
I had a birthday that really really sucked. However, it was very funny (in a ‘peals of hysterical laughter’ sort of way), and all the days around it were just fabulous. I also got to go to Orlando for work, which was a blast, and I ended up walking the entirety of Epcot, so I was nice and tired by the time I got home.
I’m in the middle of close of the month, so I have to get to bed early, but ask me later, and I’ll regale you with my birthday tale of woe. For, O Best Beloved, you will See and Understand, that a Tired Sister is not a good Teller of Tales…Good night, dear readers!!