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Lame Lame Lame

Well, I have heard from some of you -- and from YLM -- that I have been lame in not writing for nearly a month.

And I agree.

All I can tell you is that, well, I basically did one of my disappearing acts which when I was in my 20s would cause me to unplug my phone and not return calls for a week. My friends would think something had happened to me, and I would sit in my apartment and try to de-stress.

I did the equivalent, except that when you're married, and you have a child and full-time work that it's almost impossible to do that. But clearly I managed to avoid here.

Can't say that I have shed my stress coat, but I promise to at least and write more often. Nothing's lamer than a blogger who doesn't blog. I think I almost lost my membership.

Comments

Kate B. said…
You're not lame - I didn't say that! I was worried...
Anonymous said…
I just figured you were insanely busy and taking a much needed break. There may be nothing lamer than a non-blogging blogger, but we all seem to do it from time to time. Welcome back!

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