Back to Bidness

I'm back. And I'm not going to ask you how much you missed me - I'm just going to imagine you crying into your pillow at night, anxiously awaiting my return. Because you know that's exactly how it went down.

Isn't it?

*cricket, cricket*

Actually, I've been back for a few days, but sometimes I have writing clients that, like, rudely interfere with my blogging. I mean, how dare they offer me paid assignments when I have blog posts to write for free! In the past week I've written fourteen advertorials (ads cleverly disguised as articles), and let me tell you - between that and the kids, I feel like someone has taken my brain and squeezed it out like a damn sponge. Which is why this post is pretty much going to be mindless drivel.

But hey, I'm posting.

The trip to Aunt Betty's after-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving was an overall success. Only a few things went amiss:
- I walked around the family reunion and talked to like a bazillion people before someone kindly pointed out that I had two big milk-spots on the front of my shirt
- I walked around the family reunion and talked to like a bazillion people before someone kindly pointed out that I had dog poop all over my shoe
- We got pulled over (but ended up without a ticket, thank goodness)
- Curtis, who is usually the human Mapquest, got us lost practically in the wilderness

Other than that, the trip was pleasant enough. But I was glad to get home to our half-decorated Christmas tree. Which is still - you guessed it - half decorated. I plan to finish it tomorrow.

But who am I kidding? I also planned to, you know, be all rich and skinny and stuff.