Vanishing Squirrel Act

Imagine me staring at my computer wide-eyed and a bit bewildered. Two weeks. Somehow, somewhere, two Wednesdays came and left before I had the chance to process what was going on. Call me a slacker, for that is what I am. Had I been paying attention to the days, I might have made party decorations by now.

Wait, no, that’s not what I meant to say.

This is my blog. Had I been paying attention to the days, I might have published a couple of posts. Yeah. That’s it. Geez. I have the attention span of a— Hey, what was that?

Ahem.

Back on topic: Lots of things are happening at the Town’s End. The girl turned 6 the same day she started first grade. The birthday party is on this coming Sunday. No, I haven’t made decorations. I’ll get it done. Probably. In a mad dash and wild scramble. At the last possible minute.

After I jump out of an airplane. As my husband so delicately asked, “Is this one of those bucket-list things?” Yes, yes it is. And it’s going to be AWESOME. This Saturday, my best friend and I are crossing this off our lists at 16K above the ground. Flying Squirrel! Whee!

But wait! There’s more.

I’m running a 5K on the 3rd. I’m the featured local author at the Pop Up Book Store event on the 9th. I’m doing PaintNite with my best friend on the 16th.

See? Lots o’ stuff. So if I pull another vanishing squirrel act, don’t be alarmed. I’m still here. Probably.