Okay, now that hurts. It cuts to the quick. I won't lie.
"I posted that picture of those love boat people."
"Yeah, but you didn't say anything about it."
"Yeah, but it was funny--c'mon. It was GOPHER."
"Okay, Well, I mean . . .if it was supposed to be funny . . ."
So, she's right--my officemate, I mean. (She can't help it--she tells it like it is.) My posts have been lame lately, so I thought I'd just come right out and say it: Hi. My name is Ginger. And I'm a lame blogger (lately).
Thing thing is . . .we're selling our house (as part of an evil family plot of ours to live in more than 1000 square feet). And I've been working like a manic june cleaver freak for about two weeks. Here's my kitchen on 1950's steroids:
Here's my kitchen today:
We, um, found a buyer. Sure, it's good news because we wanted to sell our house--but the real news here is that I can put down the mop and get back to blogging.