Really, it is. How did this happen? I have been writing/blogging more for work lately, and it has me thinking..."Me, remember when we used to write for fun instead of profit? Remember when we had time to indulge in meaningless drivel that no one was likely to ever read?" Well, long story short, I do remember. Fancy that? So I'm picking up the mic again, metaphorically speaking (I would never speak into an actual mic, my voice does NOT sound that weird in "real" life, does it?).
I promise, while I may officially be a mom, I will never be a mommy blogger. Okay, so, granted, I will likely reference my now almost-four-year-old son from time to time seeing as how he factors pretty hugely into my life these days. But, I will also just vent about stupid things. Like why does everyone always turn to arugula on Chopped, are they sponsored by the Arugula Association of America (AAA...but don't call them for a tow, they're only interested in adding a peppery flavour to balance the inherent sweetness in their dishes) or something? These are the types of hard-hitting issues I hope to address.
But for now, the wine is juuuuust about emptied. Oh, there, that'll do it. So I'm off to dream sweet dreams. Later.