Things have been scarce around these parts lately. I’ve been a little more diligent on keeping up with Twitter, but this blog has been sorely neglected.
Buying a new house, followed by moving has kept me occupied. Finally, at 35-years-old, I have achieved what I consider real adulthood. The mortgage payment and house stress are mine, all mine. It’s cheesy, I know, but I’m incredibly proud of myself for doing this on my own. No husband or boyfriend needed. Just me, well, and that bottle of wine that provided me with the courage to go for it.
My “That’s What She Said” column is a letter to my bank. You know, that place crazy enough to give me a large sum of money. What fools!