I can hardly contain myself right now. Would you mind if I told you why? WAIT WAS THAT A GROAN?
First of all, remember when I told you all the liquid in my ear sacks spilled out onto the floor and I was dizzy and discombobulated and without a single trace of hope? WELL, they’ve refilled themselves! And seriously, I think I remember the exact moment it happened. It was Christmastime, I was in Arkansas, it was snowing, my niece-y-poo was shoving soggy bites of leftover broccoli cheese casserole into my mouth “as a fun game” and then, oh. OH. What’s that. WHAT IS THAT. Besides Breckon’s finger in my teeth. My liquid! My ear sack liquid! It’s filled back up! I’m not dizzy anymore! Who wants to come over for tea because the kettle is full.
Also, when you come over will you tell me what that even means?
So, have you heard of Vine? UUUUUGH I know. Do we really need yet another thing to stack onto our social media platters? YES. YES WE DO. Why? It’s freaking video. Quickie 6-second videos that stream on your phone just like Instagram. Hi, I’m going to be such a disaster on this thing. Consider this a warning. Or a promise, whatever.
One more thing, if you can find a way for your entire life to disintegrate into that Buffalo Cauliflower with a Yogurt Dipping Sauce on game day, or within the hour, I highly recommend it.
Lastly, who else feels deeply hollow and alone now that Parenthood has been savagely ripped from our lives for a solid 6 days, 12 hours and 23 seconds. 24. 25.
Not that I’m needing a life or anything.