The Post About Not Posting

Here's the thing about me.

I'm not a stellar "multi-tasker".

People don't say "I don't know how she juggles it all" .

Throw me one extra ball to juggle and the show's over. Which is what happened this Christmas.

See, here was my juggling universe:

(can we pause here and marvel at my mad Photoshop skillz? Although my hands and feet are the size of a Yeti....)

Then, last April, the "BLOG" ball was added, and the people gasped and clapped and the village rejoiced, because Eureka! the balls were all still in the air.

Then December rolled around and it was like:

Hey! Miss Fancy-Blogger-Pants! Catch THIS!

And the balls came tumbling down, and the BLOG ball bounced down the basement steps into a pile of new puppy poo where it's been stuck since around December 23rd.

So, I'm wiping it off, sanitizing my hands and getting back in the game. Promise.

Right now, my husband is standing outside my office holding the "sex" ball looking like one of the children from the Sally Struthers commercials.