Diary, darling, we never talk anymore.
So many things have happened. For instance, for a while there I thought I might be turning into a unicorn with magical powers, but it turned out I was just growing a giant zit between my eyebrows. So if you're wondering why I never got around to granting you those wishes, that's why.
Even more importantly, Flower had a perfect, perfect little baby girl. I found myself simultaneously dumbfounded both that people come in a size that small, and that anyone I knew could carry around such an enormous creature inside of them. (The baby is not a creature. She is lovely.)
R and I hosted a holiday* cocktail party on Saturday night. Everyone dressed up and looked very pretty, and I only spilled one drink. Therefore, success! Actually, I do think it was a good party. We know so many nice (and attractive!) people. Lucky are we.
There's plenty more to write, but this was just a little practice entry, to get me back in the habit. I'll be back soon.
*Can I just take a moment here to suggest that we all ignore Bill O'Reilly and his stupid Happy Holidays/Merry Christmas hoo-hah? B.O. (what an awesome set of initials) and his thugs at FOX must be treated like bad children--paying attention to them only makes it worse. Also--remember when Christans were actually concerned that Christmas was getting too commercialized, instead of trying to force it into every store? Man, those were the days.
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