Why did I stop writing here? With the grace of 20/20 hindsight, there were a LOT of reasons. My daughter's journey would get tougher and tougher, and as I added work into the mix of raising two kids, it was one more thing I just didn't have time for. And well, that work thing. It sure does suck a lot of free time away, doesn't it? Even though I am still only part time. I will be honest, as much as I adored all the people on the blogosphere that were kind enough to grace me with their wit and time, I just could not keep up with the constant commenting that I felt was only fair to these wonderful people. So instead, what did I do? I did what any self respecting coward would do. I ghosted, of course. Not that I think my absence was enough to cause people to be distressed, but I feel badly if anyone felt slighted. Even as I write this, I feel like I am being waaaay too self important. Isn't that the whole point of a blog, though? Nobody writes a blog that doesn't
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Earwigs and cockroaches are close seconds in creeping me out.
Oh yeah and what Steph said- ticks that is why I don't eat raisens on accounta they look like swelled up ticks. {shivers}
And thank you Gina for making me think of these things on a Friday afternoon.
I forgot to say that cockroaches freak the hell out of me. Luckily I don't see them very often.
Cockroaches are a close second. Down here they call them Palmetto Bugs. Nice try. They're still gross.