Sorry for the lack of posts this summer. You see, metaphorically speaking, my fridge is in my living room. Literally speaking, my literal fridge was literally in my literal living room for a few days. But given the weirdness and general topsy-turvyness that has composed my summer, I must admit that I still very much feel as though my fridge is in my living room, even though the nice man who speaks very little English moved it back into the kitchen after he was through tearing up my kitchen floor and piecing it back together from non-termite-infested wood...but I digress.
Once I have metaphorically moved my metaphorical fridge back into my metaphorical kitchen, I plan on recording the awkwardness of my crazy-awesome life as I previously have recorded it for all of you to see.
But sometimes your fridge is in your living room, and sometimes that's okay. And sometimes it's okay to take some time to figure it all out again. Whether that means hiring a nice man who speaks very little English to come move your fridge back for you, or whether it means just redecorating your living room to accommodate the new fridge decor, life will get back to some kind of normal.
Unfortunately for me, but fortunately for my readers, my kind of normal is often pretty awkward and unusual. But I like it.
Until I figure out what normal is, stay tuned...thanks for your patience.
