Mea Culpa

I suck. I know. I doubt anyone checks here anymore, but maybe a few bloglines readers haven't taken me off their feeds. I'm getting the itch to write again. I'd like to "promise" that I'll be better, I'll show up when I promise, I won't keep you waiting for hours days months on end. But making that promise would be about as meaningless as when I told my newly ex-boyfriend that I'd make an effort to let my guard down. If you take me back I promise to update you on the following:

1. What is going on with my life-work, personal, family and other;
2. How cute Theodore is these days;
3. Tell you what my latest hobby is; and
4. Share at least one Crackhead Uncle story.

I figure bribery is always the best option. If you won't do it for me, do it for Theodore. He lacks the dexterity and opposable thumbs to have neglected you so long. And if you won't do it for Theodore, do it for the Crackhead Uncle story, you know it'll be good.