Trevlove was absolutely shocked. I NEVER know what I want for Christmas, or my birthday, or our anniversary, or anything else for that matter. To be honest, sometimes I feel a little sorry for him. Personally, a guessing game like that would just drive me nuts, and he's had to get pretty creative sometimes (not that I don't enjoy planning a good surprise for him every know and then. I just don't relish not having a steady, dependable backup gift in case my creativity fails me [note: relish has been the word of the week. I think I've used relish more in the last week than I have in the rest of the last year]).
Sunday, December 7, 2008
The Trilogy of The Great Trade: Part One
Trevlove was absolutely shocked. I NEVER know what I want for Christmas, or my birthday, or our anniversary, or anything else for that matter. To be honest, sometimes I feel a little sorry for him. Personally, a guessing game like that would just drive me nuts, and he's had to get pretty creative sometimes (not that I don't enjoy planning a good surprise for him every know and then. I just don't relish not having a steady, dependable backup gift in case my creativity fails me [note: relish has been the word of the week. I think I've used relish more in the last week than I have in the rest of the last year]).
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Really, blog, I love you.
I'm so sorry, blog.
Can you ever forgive me?
I know I shouldn't have left you alone so long like that, just leaving without saying anything. You must have thought I was abandoning you forever.
I'm not going to give you excuses about where I've been and what I've been doing that stopped me from coming to you for so long. My words feel so empty, and I wish I could say more, but the truth is I thought about you all the time and longed to come back to you, but circumstances outside of me prevented it.
In the time I've been away, so much has happened. The garden has grown, the pregnant llama brought forth a foal (Kid? Calf?) Rylan has flourished, bell practice has continued, and I longed to run to you to tell you these things, but I couldn't.
So, I don't know. I've never left my blog like this before. How do these things work? Are we allowed to just pick up where we left off like nothing ever happened? Not to be presumptious, but I think you need me just like I need you. Can't we be just like we were before?
Oh, thank you blog. You're far too good for me.