I'm going to pretend in my achy-breaky little heart that you noticed.
It's not that I've got a lot going on, you know me... wiping butts by day and editing books by night. (My poor eyewinkers.)
Anyway, it's just nice to have a break every now and again. Even from things we love. (I'm sure glad Grahm doesn't take the approach with me.) I found myself looking through life with blog-colored spectacles. Can I blog about that? Ooo, that was a funny thought I just had (happens all the time), better write it down. I'd even freak out a little if I didn't know what to write about. (Grahm always suggests jotting down a post on how hot he is... so helpful.)
It (me) was getting a bit out of hand, so I decided to remove myself from blogging for a fortnight. I'll probably still be a bit of a blogging diva. I just take it too seriously, I think. My writing degree and I don't want to bore you with the same kinds of post every week. Lame sauce. Where's the creativity in that? (I'm a snob. Maybe I should remove the ginormous eraser out of my plump buns.)
But I missed blogging, and you, and having an excuse to be pretend like people care what's going on in the Roach household. So I'm returning...and filling the Jena-size hole in all of your lives. You're welcome world.
Quick, look like you just farted!