Hi ya’ll.  It’s been about 2 weeks, so you know what that means.  A pitiful apology about what a bad lil’ blogger I’ve been.  I can’t help it if I’m boring.  Unless you like reading about a 40-plus hour work week?  Yeah?

You: And a full 7 hours on Saturday, too?  Tell me more!

Katie: Why, so glad you asked.  Let me lay it out for you, each individual hour at a time, mmkay?

This is why I don’t blog more.  Annnnnd, you’re welcome.

I have no excuses for you.  I’ve been working a lot?  At the gym a lot?  Hanging out with friends?  Busy building my underground apocalypse chamber in preparation for May 21st?

Let’s just say a little of all of the above.  Except the bomb shelter.  I ran out of concrete and the bunk bed on Craigslist fell through. 

I also just had a birthday, so that’s a damn, good excuse for neglecting all my internet friends, too.  And I’m not sorry for that.

(Ok, yeah I am.  Sorry.)

This past birthday was tough.  Mainly because it was my official entry into becoming a senior citizen.  Although I’m having a hard time finding stores that offer the senior discount for age 28.  I smell age discrimination. 

I feel it is my duty to enlighten you on what I’ve discovered now that I’m a senior citizen.

First, you need to wear more practical shoes.  I still stare longingly at the snake-skin stilettos, but often opt for the practical black wedges instead.  I’m an old maid now.  A married one at that.  Can’t be prancing around town risking a hip break.

Second, I’ve discovered my love for eating dinner at 3:30 in the afternoon.

Lastly, I enjoy nagging my husband a little TOO much.  Wait.  Scratch that.  I might have done that before getting old.