With the faint smell of candle smoke still hanging in the air, it reminds me that I do have things I need to report. I don't know if you want to know all of the reasons as to why I haven't blogged in like, forever. I'll spare you the boring details. Let's just say, depression, lack of interest, nothing to say, and no access to the much easier to use laptop. Blah, blah, blah. Well, I was looking at the pictures that have been on my memory card since May today. I did have things to talk about. Life isn't all that bad, really, so try to wash that depression right out of my hair and use the desktop. I have a lot to say.
Sunday was Abbey's birthday. My sweet little lovely is now 12. Sigh, 12. She had just spent the prior week at girls camp. A sleep away church camp, just for girls... Anywho, we didn't really have the time to put together a party this year. We told her she could do whatever she wanted to do. She wanted to have lunch at Red Lobster and then hang out at the mall. Hanging out at the mall? No thanks, I'll hang out on the bench and read my latest book of choice while you cavort about with your sister. I'm in a Ray Bradbury kick. The 'Illustrated Man' is what I'm working on right now, work probably not the best word. Soaking in, enjoying, relishing, you get the drift.
Abbey would like you to know that the Chinchilla Webkins (AKA Chico) is the bestest Webkins ever made, next to the Alley Cat (AKA Thomas). I'm sure Abbey will do a post about all of her presents. Mean while, Abbey and Lindsay had been watching YouTube clips of Chinchilla's being adorable all afternoon. I tried to entice them with the slip n slide to no avail.
One summer birthday down, two more to go. Lindsay handled Abbey's birthday remarkably well this year I might add. Very proud. I have two beautiful, sweet, smart, confident, lovely girls.
Happy Birthday my dear little Abbert!