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.