We can pretty much file this blog entry under “Sh*t That Would Only Happen to Me.” Which I don’t actually have a category for… maybe it’s time. The past few weeks have been dedicated to moving (yep, I moved again. For hopefully the last time) and as I’ve mentioned so many times before, I hate
I really had no intention of writing a post today, much less one wrapping up the year. I was planning on waiting until the new year to start writing posts again all while pretending I didn’t spend all of 2021 sinking to a new low of being a terrible blogger. Then about two hours ago,
I guess yesterday was supposed to be a day for celebrating rather than complaining to the internet that my arm hurt- I didn’t get the memo until it was too late. Sounds about right for me. It turns out that yesterday was my five-year anniversary of signing up with WordPress to host my blogs. Now
Somewhere With Regret 