Today, while he was working, I started a blog. You're reading it. Right now. I'm sure you're not as thrilled and engaged in your reading as I am in my writing, though I should pay more attention to the toddler running a vacuum cleaner.
No, not a real one, c'mon, cut me a little break. This vacuum is bright yellow with purple wheels. It sings and encourages her to learn and grow. I wish they made one in my size. A construction sign orange vacuum that would sing Blondie songs and teach me French would be much better than the cold gray expensive model in my closet. As you're reading this, it's in the coat closet... it's always in that closet. Maybe it's being punished for being boring.
As I was writing this, my youngest lady woke up... as it's uploading, I'll be feeding her a bottle.
