Hi, mama.

My very own mother asked me if I stopped blogging.

a) Hi, mama.

b) No.

c) L-A-Z-Y. Remember?

I had to check and sure enough it's been two whole weeks since I last thrilled you with my mindless musings. I suppose I haven't felt particularly hilarious lately. But I promise to be really funny sometime very soon.

Here are some things I'm thinking about telling you about:
  • My capsule(ish) wardrobe--where I am on that
  • A review on a book I recently read that made me immediately want to write up a weekly cleaning routine so I can be a fabulous and chic working mom with an easy, effortless system for maintaining our abode
  • A follow-up when I fail to achieve Chic Mama status
  • School pictures for my INFANT CHILD.
  • How happy I am that Gilmore Girls is streaming on Netflix
  • Ummm... other stuff

I'll think of something. In the meantime, am I the only one suddenly struck by what an odd word "infant" is?

Infant.

In-fant.

In. Fant.

Fanta.

Doncha wanna? Wanna Fanta?

Weird word. I'll stick with "baby."

Stuff and, umm..., stuff to you and yours,
xo

Comments

  1. AnonymousOctober 16, 2014 at 8:58 AM

    Thanks for the mention. You do know you don't have to tell me you can be lazy, right?

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    1. UnknownOctober 16, 2014 at 9:25 AM

      First comment and you throw in a burn!

      Delete
    2. AnonymousOctober 18, 2014 at 5:50 PM

      Sorry -- it was too easy.
      Love you, dear.
      Waiting with great anticipation to see those school pix!

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