Just a quick recap as I pull my head from the sand that is My Busy Life!

I know posting has been sporadic and a little light lately. I’ve been very busy running around, collecting stories to come back and share with you. I promise. They’re worth it.

James and I are also now actively in the process of adopting a puppy, and believe you me, there will be blogs to the heavens about it. I’ve also started my first novel, and am considering pulling together a cooking initiative that is sure to delight my adoring audience (Hi, Rosa! Hi, Mom!) as well as my Very Hungry Boyfriend.

And yes, I have a Pregnant Best Friend update coming down the tube for you, because what’s life without a little agita and the casual use of the word ‘vagina’ in everyday conversation? Boring, that’s what it is.

Must stick my head back into the sand now, and sleep before work and another puppy-oriented journey to The Burbs tomorrow and Thursday. Lots of photographs coming soon, and in the meantime, Heather Armstrong (of Dooce) just had her second little girl, and she’s remarkably beautiful for something that could have very recently passed as an alien lifeform. (I say this having felt my future Godchild roll over inside Kristin’s tummy only a couple days ago, and I thought to myself, “I’m sure he’s adorable, but dude… He could totally pass for an alien lifeform right now.” Instead, I smiled and said, “OoOoOoOoh! WHAT IS THAT?” Kristin told me he rolled. Then he kicked Kristin from the inside of her belly. Jonas, you are going to be one cool cat.)

And Alice Bradley (of Finslippy) and Eden Marriot Kennedy (of Fussy) have started a new endeavor after my own heart– LET’S PANIC ABOUT BABIES! It’s all about how to raise a young derelict in your likeness, and even if you despise children, you will find this pair absolutely delightful. (They flank the country bi-coastally, Alice being based once again in Brooklyn, and New York is happy to have her back; Eden being in San Francisco, the only city it’s plausible to imagine that New York always secretly envies).

Now, if you’ll excuse me, James is the first one to fall asleep tonight. Which means he is at my mercy. And there must be a roll of duct tape and a sharpie around here somewhere…