"But, Jen!" I hear you cry. "Couldn't you blog from your phone?" To that I say "Why, aren't you PRECIOUS?" and shake my head in bewilderment, as you are obviously unaware that I text like a 75-year-old man with Parkinson's and therefore an actual, legible blog post would take longer to conceive than Betty White on Yasmin.
I have been attempting to write from the library, but as the woman to my left is flanked by no less than three
I should be internet-friendly again by next Wednesday. In the interim, please know that all is well, and that the short people and I are happy.
In fact, we're more than happy.
In fact, life is pretty ridiculously awesome.
In fact, I may just be sitting here grinning like Lindsay Lohan on dollar beer night.
But more on that later. :)