What? There used to be a blog here?

Ok, ok... don't get all up in our faces. We're not indebted to you, Mr. Bloggy. Just because we dropped you like a plate in a Mexican restaurant (you know those things are straight out of the oven) doesn't mean we don't love you. Apology accepted? All right, let's move on.

So, now that I'm in the grown up world--working 8-5, going to bed by 10:30 every night, packing a lunch, and taking out kids on bikes--I seem to have lost the touch for blogging. Maybe it's the lack of internet in our abode.... or maybe it's that I feel very pre-teenish for spilling my guts to the world wide web (I am writing this in a library)...I KNOW! It's those silly PSAs on TV now-- "Hey Sarah-- when are you going to post something new?" They've tainted the world of blogging! It does make you freak out just a little bit thinking about all the creepy people who could be viewing your facebook/blog/bedroom RIGHT now. (Don't look now, but I just snuck up behind you....)

Anyways, life is currently good. I wonder how the phrase "married life" came about. People always use that when they talk to me. "How's married life?" It always pops into my head, but I figured it would rub people the wrong way if I replied with "How's single life?" It's just not as catchy either. Maybe it will catch on some day... Soo, about life-- James & I are still livin' up the Rain Tree in our ghetto, falling apart building. I'm convinced one day that we'll come home, and the porch will have fallen off the back of the building. Seriously! There's a gap that could hold a good-sized watermelon in between the bricks and the frame. I could probably spy on our neighbors if I were so inclined through that hole. So we were hunting up a house for a while, but we re-signed our lease when the last house we wanted had termite damage in the kitchen floors. That's probably a good lesson that you should plan on spending more money for a house if you don't want to fall into the basement while cooking your eggs. Yikes.

Ok, the person behind me in the library is rocking back and forth in a chair making a noise like a sad squeaky toy. AAAHHHHH.

Big gulps, eh? Welp, see ya.