Y'all, I have been avoiding this blog for the last week as if it's the Black Plague.
I have even started dreading sitting down at the computer.
I was getting all geared up (and even kinda excited in a weird sorta way) to dive into some personal stuff, dig up some dirt, expose some weaknesses... so, why this squeamishness all of a sudden?
Am I still slighty ashamed? Could be.
Am I slightly skeered? It's possible.
And yet, there is still this urge in me to blog about it because, well, I have found freedom from those nasty skeletons that kept trying to live in my closet.
I am pondering what my next step should be.
If you would do me a favor and vote on my poll (see that HUGE thing!) about this issue, I would appreciate it.
I'm not saying that my mind could be swayed by the majority's rule, but I want to know it anyway.
Did I tell you that I miss my hair? I know, totally random.
See how long and lustrous it was?
I may or may not have been picking my nose. Thanks a lot hubby!!!
Now my hair is shorter by 4 inches and curly and sassy but still shorter and well, I can't stop thinking that I have "Mom Hair" now. Oh well, such is life.