According to How to Blog gurus, good bloggers don't say "Sorry for the lack of posts lately." So, I guess this is sorry for the lack of posts lately, and sorry for not being a good blogger.
As I've mentioned, we just bought a house, and in between moving in, unpacking, searching for just about everything I thought we'd put in a convenient place so we wouldn't have to search for it, clogged toilets and fountaining poop water, being covered in cat vomit, and miscellaneous moving tasks, I haven't had much time or opportunity for blogging (I only just re-got the Internet). Also, my son has winter break, and has the annoying habit of wanting me to actually spend time with him.
I kid, of course. I have as much fun as he does.
I did make time for Christmas decoration, but most of the house is in various states of mess, so you just get to see a corner. (Who am I kidding? It's just an excuse to show off a kid Christmas picture.)
And in the meantime, until I have more meaty posts, I'll leave you with a smattering of search terms that result in this blog. It leaves me wondering, sometimes:
Arizonawriter: Woo! People are searching for me! Or, at least, a writer in Arizona. I'll choose to believe the former.
I just made you say underwear: Well, my son made me say "I'd better see those underpants where they belong and not on your head, in thirty seconds!"
A-Z of dirty words: Um, not that kind of blog. Sorry.
Dirty words A-Z: Really, it's not!
Surprised dirty words: As in, WTF?!
Half clothed: It's not that kind of blog either.
Stupid husband: I feel your pain, anonymous searcher.
Love husband: See, it's not all bad, right?
A-Z dirtywords: Back on that, I see.
Every single word in the universe A-Z: OK, even I'm not that ambitious. Even if I was trying to find all the dirty ones.
Shorts 1892 butt: Susan B. Anthony? Clara Barton? Calamity Jane? Grover Cleveland? Seriously, I'm curious whose 1892 butt you were hoping to see.
Nothing is as boring as a writer: Thanks a lot.
Poop: Heh, heh. You said poop.
Tahmoh Penikett is HOT: Oh, yeah.
Pink puke: I hope you're not searching out of necessity, kind reader. Because my experience with pink puke was not made any more savory by the pleasing pastel shade of the projectile, lemme tell you.
I love you: Aww, thanks. Now does that love come with a comment? A link, perhaps?
I will be back tonight probably. Until then, I'm sure I'll see you all soon, dear readers, since every person in existence will be in the mall parking lot.