I’m sitting on my couch reading your comments and marveling in your pleas for me to stick around. I’m floored.
I mention this to my husband, and he informs me that I am a LIAR, LIAR, PANTS ON FIRE and will not, in actuality, be able to stop blogging for an entire month.
He might be right.
I did say the minute I hit publish I would regret it, no?
But I AM taking a break. I just don’t know if setting a goal for an entire month was all that realistic.
So maybe I’ll see you next week? Or the week after that?
I’m off to find a fire extinguisher for my pants.