soooo,

It's May. More specifically Mother's Day, but that's irrelevant in relation to the purpose of my aforementioned statement of the obvious. The subtext of my simple "it's May" goes something like this...

"It's May, and I haven't posted anything, either worthwhile or totally useless, on this blog since late last year...not cool."

I mean, it's not like I think I have an audience to keep happy on here, but I've always felt an arguably unwarranted attachment to inanimate objects that fall into my possession, and often feel sympathetic towards their "feelings" when I neglect them for too long. I blame the lame attempts at artificially intelligent toys that were continually shoved at my generation from toddlerhood. (i.e. Tamagotchis, Poo-Chis, Furbees, etc etc) We were literally brought up thinking that if we didn't play with our electronics enough, they would die, starving and alone, in a pile of their own feces...or maybe that was just the fateful death that seemed to prescribe itself to my Tamagotchi day after day.

Maybe he died of dysentery...

But I digress...

The point is, I do actually feel twinges of guilt, albeit minuscule ones, but twinge-worthy nonetheless, when I neglectfully leave this blog locked in the hot, proverbial Station Wagon with the window cracked while I run back into Costco to grab another industrial sized tub of discounted pickles and peanut-butter pretzels. (Is peanut-butter hyphenated? These are the thoughts that keep me up & plague me at night...)

Also...this guy.

So, here I am, writing in my blog for the first time in almost half a year for no other reason than to break the habit of not doing so. I suppose that's all for now. There will be more to come soon, and in more frequent doses, I promise. I really do enjoy writing in this, so I'll try to keep my chronicles more up to date.

Adieu for now, my lovelies!
mjl.