Oh, hi, blog. Remember me?

I'm that lady who starting writing in (on?) you something like eight years ago.

Wait. Can that be right?

[goes to check]

Yes! Eight and a half years ago, actually.


A whole lot of shit has happened in that eight and a half years, hasn't it, blog?

I know!

You know what I was thinking? Since I'm really busy these days with the kids and the book writing and the sitting on the couch staring off into space, I was wondering if you would be offended if I dug through your archives and posted some of the funnier stuff from all those years ago?

You'd love that?


OK, then, here's the first one. 

From April 7th, 2004 (when my now 10-year-old son was not quite 2 – HOLY CRAP):


There's nothing cuter than watching video of your son and a goat at a strawberry farm, except watching your son watch the video of himself and a goat at the strawberry farm. That is until your son loses interest in the video and tries to staple your back with a stapler you accidentally left within his reach. Then nothing is cute anymore and you get mad.

This is going to be fun, isn't it? Like a stapler to the back. But funner.

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