Sorry for my silence lately, but it's not for the reasons you might be worried about. I've just been insanely busy with work (business is picking up (!!!) and I've also been double-timing it as the HR department for the Aurora Clinic), two kids (one of whom deserves a blog post about his difficulties at school lately) (and another one who needs a post about how she's the best reader in her class), six chickens, a senile be-diapered dog, a big house with an even bigger yard, and a very hot and enticing bald man.
I also switched my meds again and to steal a great line from one of my readers, I wanna take Wellbutrin out behind the bleachers and get it pregnant. My constant anxiety is finally kaput and the orgasms are back. (HOLY HELL ARE THEY BACK!!!!) (Poor and/or lucky Joel depending on how you look at it.)
Oh. And there's been the cooking.
Sweet merciful baby Jesus THE COOKING. This urban farmstead thing is rocking my world almost as much as the orgasms.
I'll try to catch up this week (with recipes for both orgasms and pasta sauce), but I just wanted to pop in and say thirty-six! We're off to a good start.
(DID I MENTION THE ORGASMS YET?)
[If you're new to the naked face project, you can read about it here.]
[Age 34] [I wasn't up for a photo that year. My marriage ended about a month after my birthday...]