Debbie Does Drivel

All right look, I know.
I haven't written a stitch for over a month.
It's just that my life is borderline interesting and I don't think you care.
Since last month my sis got married. She's not like me. She doesn't really care what people think. In fact, she sported a farmer's tan in her strapless wedding dress.

I released our organization newsletter. Our exec dir still doesn't like it. I could go through the reasons why, but it has to do with low serotonin reuptake inhibitors.

I hosted a My Mom's Recipes party where folks brought dishes that remind them of mom or grandma. I have a habit of coming up with lame party ideas. It's my signature. This one went quite well. Because I didn't cook much. Best thing was Sticky Toffee Pudding and Grandma's Lemon Cake. The South Beach Diet is now located somewhere east of the Yangztee River.

My daughter is thisclose to being picked up by Child Protection Services (CPS). Reason is she's a man and likes to do man things like plummet headfirst into concrete and slam her face Seagal-style into bricks.

I am now leaving to check my Ovulation Predictor test stick.
Next time I write (later this afternoon. it' a promise I made myself), I aim to not just write what pops into my head and to also weave an interesting story out of the banality that has become my theme adjective.