I was going to take a few minutes and show you pictures of Will's invitation to the academic awards ceremony on Friday where he's getting an award he knows nothing about. But the invitation came home all wadded up in his pocket and it'll make a great blog for next week when we actually know what the award is for!
Then I considered blogging about the condition of Hunters room. I'm still utterly amazed that all of that stuff fit in his dorm. He's been sorting, repacking it and cleaning for days...and it's still a frightening site. So that may be better of shared next week, when I can actually open the door to get a picture.
Next on the list was going to be the baby birds. But I'm terrified to get up there to get pictures. No, I'm not actually terrified of the babies...but alerting the cats to the nest is a HUGE fear. So for everyone's safety, I've decided the nest is better left alone. I'll miss out on pictures, but the babies will be safer that way.
So now I'm thinking that I don't have anything else to tell you.
Oh, but wait. I do. I have a confession.
I'm a quitter. Today marks one week of being a quitter. The good news? I haven't killed anyone. The bad news? There have been a handful of occasions at which time I considered it. And that was just today.
But either way, everyone is still alive and I've made it a week. I know to a non-smoker, a week doesn't seem like very long. But to a smoker or a quitter...it's been a lifetime!
So if I yell at you, hang up on you, ignore you, cry, complain or am just plain grumpy....please bare with me. It won't last forever. At least, that's what I keep telling myself!
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