I don’t know if people are still blogging, or if people are still reading each other’s blogs, mostly because I am desperately out of touch. Really, I am.
The other day Mason and I cleaned out our basement I dug out a coat, put it on and asked, “Should this go in the DI pile?” He shrugged his shoulders, “I’m not the guy to ask.” I looked in the mirror, still no idea if this coat was in or out. I still do not know, honestly.
Although it seemed to me my beloved little blog was going through an identity crisis, maybe it was just puberty. I’m hoping to get it a new bra, maybe a purse with a discreet pocket for sanitary napkins and move forward. Who knows perhaps it will blossom into a beautiful woman.
I think this time around I will use it mostly for writing practice. Some of my musings may be about my kids, other posts about my deep hatred for The Bachelor. But mostly I’m going to write a little bit, because it makes me happy. Chocolate also makes me happy. So I'm going to keep that hobby afloat as well. So, blogging and chocolate, both favorites.