I Hung One More Year On the Line...

Yesterday it was my birthday. It may have been the worst day I've had since Sam has been born. I won't bore you with the details. I'll just say that a baby who only sleeps for three hours and then cries for twelve hours straight is enough to make a mother want to run away to Mexico. The doctor thinks he has a temporary case of reflux brought on by his recent vomiting sickness, so we're administering some proscription antacids and he seems to be doing much better. I give all the respect in the world to mothers who have children with colic or chronic reflux, because I had thoughts yesterday that make me feel deeply ashamed. But I love my boy, and that is that. End of story.

So I had this whole post planned for yesterday, complete with adorable baby pictures of me! And then later as I read a blog or two, I heard tell that Blogger was being a bitch. So in a way I'm glad I was so tired that even the idea of posting was enough to make me cry. I would have been PISSED if I sat down to write and Blogger fucked me. I have had other posts where that happened, and the results were not good.

Also, I missed out on the February Blog Exchange. If you'd like to read the participating entries, click here. I decided not to participate this time around because it was going to fall on my birthday and I had a whole birthday post planned. Meh. Also, I drew a total blank when I read the topic, which was to, 'write a post in the voice/style of a famous person (actor, singer, author, whatever). It can be an hot topic, current issue, or just a regular old post.'

After two days of thinking, all I could come up with was that I could write a post as Britney Spears' vagina. All it would say was this:

Hi ya'll! It's so nice to see you again!

Seriously, don't click those links unless you really want to see it. I wasn't sure if that would be adequate, or appropriate, so I declined. You can thank me later!