Well, I believe this is the first time in the history of this blog that I've only posted once in an entire week.
I've gone from posting pretty much every day, to four times a week, to three, to two, and now one? Of course, I have good reason, and I know all of you know what it is.
Where was I? Oh yeah...
My readership is going downdowndown, my Alexa rating is dipping, I have nothing to talk about anymore except how much work I have to do and how much Mr. Handsome likes to see me in a uniform, and lo and behold, my third blog anniversary is just around the bend. Six days, to be exact. If anyone cares.
Which, by the way, I don't. Care, that is. Which is probably pretty obvious to everyone out there because I'm only posting once a week.
See how I did that? Made a complete circle, bringing the beginning around to the end and back to the beginning again? Clearly, I'm a writer.
Oh, and I also realized this past weekend that I actually married one of the mountain men out of the movie "Deliverance". Mr. Handsome's been wandering around the house all weekend with one of his front teeth knocked out, a la Mike Tyson. I can't look at him, although I just realized I've been kissing him quite a lot over the past two days, which I suppose just means I'm blind. And forgetful. And totally non-discretionary.
His cap fell off or something, so now Mr. Handsome has a gap-mouth, I write only lame posts once a week, and my blog is about to celebrate another birthday. Well, at least I didn't once again write about how much work I have to do, how I'm the oldest one in my class, or how we've run out of hair conditioner and I don't even have time to run to the store and get some more.
It's a wonderful world, isn't it? Well, it would be if I could catch one episode of Jersey Shore. I don't ask for a lot, guys.