Several weeks ago, I very excitedly posted about my awesome hubby and the coolest gift ever, which was my lil' laptop (I've named her Harriet, by the way, cause I'm weird like that). And I declared that I would finally be able to post a couple times a week until we were able to return home.
Well, I lied. I didn't mean to, but a lie is a lie nonetheless, right?
And sure, I could play the "my-dad-is-sick-and-I'm-hugely-pregnant-while-trying-to-care-for-a-two-year-old" excuse. But that's a pretty lame excuse and I don't want to insult all your intelligences by using it.
So I will just apologize and assure you that I will try not to let this happen ever, ever again.
Forgive me yet?
How 'bout now?
Well, anyway, as you can imagine, it has been wonderful being home again! And Miss Priss agrees. She made short work of pulling out every toy she owns, making our living room look like there was a volcanic explosion of Toys 'R Us. And we let her. Cause I owed it to her for making her entertain herself with about five toys and a coloring book for the last two months. No crayons, mind you, just the color book.
OK, that last part might have been a wee bit of an exaggeration. She really only had three toys.
Thankfully, Cacaville has been kind to us. The smell around here has been minimal since our return, allowing us to acclimate ourselves once again. We've hit summer hard-core, which means temps in the 90's. But since it's desert, it's dry heat. A little more manageable than the Virginia humidity, but remembering to drink enough water is a bit of a challenge. Of course, my body likes to give me friendly reminders like, oh, drying out my throat so I feel like I'll choke to death with every breath. Nice.
So there you have it. Happily-Ever-After-Land is returning to normal and all is right in the world again.
Or at least it will be.
Once I finally get through the two inches of dust blanketing everything.
