It's time I posted. Past time, really.
David listed my neglected and missing posts last night in bed.
Surprisingly, I wasn't feeling too amorous after that. And I may have said something rude. (I'm not saying one way or another.)
And then this morning RIM and CIM got into an argument about what to post and what not to post, and in what order. Like that matters. Obviously, CIM won because here I am telling you all this. She always wins when I'm tired or haven't eaten recently or I've said something rude to my husband and am therefore feeling out-of-sorts. (Let's be honest, after all that there is really very little place in my life for RIM.)
And so yes, there are other things to talk about. Like our date to Othello with my parents (it was brilliant, by the way),
David's new car (no pictures yet),
the word-of-the-week and my SPT (in which I am teaching my kids a *new* game and *trying something new by letting the laundry and the mopping wait in favor of a couple of good games of croquet*),
not to mention the girls' Saturday sewing class with my mom,
a talk by Elder Bednar,
an inauguration, and the 100th day of school (which happened on the same day).
here is a movie about why it is great to live in Arizona in January even if your bicycle-built-for-two gets a flat tire and it's so warm that you have to run the air conditioner for an hour before bed.