The Husband and I got “the hiccups” last weekend. Bad. So, we did what any normal couple would do. We drank salt water while standing on our heads and sang the alphabet backwards. And I think they’re gone now. Or, at least, subsiding. I really hate hiccups.
However, since then, I feel as though I’m kind of floating about, trying to touch down on even ground, but not really sure where that might be. Who knows, maybe I’m slowly getting back into the swing of things. I mean, it would appear as though I’m blogging again. (I won’t say “regularly” until tomorrow.) The other stuff? Like baking and photography? Yeah, it’s kinda like my kids just watched me throw something heavy and breakable at Daddy’s head and are taking a while to warm back up to me. Like, fuck, am I going to do the same to them?
Found this on my cell phone. Totally wish I was here right now.