Oh. Hi! We went away there, for a little bit. Off on an exotic vacation, sampling the various regional delicacies of the Maryland shore. Like sand. And plastic beach toys.
I always go back and forth on the whole "tell Internet you're on vacation" vs. "tell Internet you're on vacation and thus your house is empty, the TV is in the living room, jewelry is upstairs, come on over and bust through a window" thing, but this time I simply plum ran out of minutes before we left and didn't get around to updating. And there was no real reliable (and non-forty-damn-dollars-for-two-days-or-something) wifi once we got there. And while I kept MEANING to use my phone to Twitter or Facebook, I just never managed to get around to it, what with all the crazy important sitting-on-my-ass that needed to be done.
Actually, there was one time, one afternoon, while both boys napped under the careful eyes of relatives ("As thanks for the essentially-free beach vacation and for making us pancakes every morning, we present: OUR BRATTY CHILDREN. They both like macaroni and need occasional watering. Bye!"), that Jason and I managed to catch some stray wifi from a nearby hotel. Since it was such a precious commodity, we used it to challenge each other to some virtual Texas Hold'em. I apologize for not alerting the Internet to my most-definite state of Alive and Okay-ness, but. Outside straight draw! You understand.
So now we're back and in various states of unpacking. I cannot find my hairbrush, something in the fridge is stinking to high holy heaven and the only news from the past few days that I am aware of is that Michele Duggar is pregnant again. (Today Show: Coming up, the Duggars are here with a surprise announcement! Jason's Aunt: Well, she can't be pregnant again, because that wouldn't be a surprise. That's like, the opposite of a surprise. Amy: True. A surprise would be, "Fuck this, we're getting a vasectomy.") Ezra is discovering new and wonderful ways to injure himself by the minute; Noah is currently wearing his underwear and nothing else, unless you count the stretchy sport headband he has decided is a belt. Right now they are playing tug-of-war with a jump rope and laughing hysterically. I see several ways that this could potentially End Badly, but I am choosing to finally update my blog instead of intervening.
So. You know. Business as usual, priorities back where they belong and all that. Onward!