Happy 2016, friends! (…almost a full month in.)
Not to lean too heavily on a Sherlock cliffhanger ending or anything, but- MISS ME?
Thus far, I’ve spent the entirety of 2016 thinking up content schedules and bloggy redesign (and have yet to make any hard n’ fast decisions, ha HA)! Here’s what I do know, however; I’m going back to posting the blahbedity blah stuff (what we in the business call my free-associating, through line-free, loosely held grasp on the English language stories regarding questionable daily actions. Okay, no one else in “the business” calls it that) one day a week. But that’ll be Thursdays. The next five Fridays will be devoted entirely to Netflix. (Because wait’ll you get a load of the Netflix events and details and fan-girling!) Round-ups will be…maybe once a month on Wednesdays. Maybe twice. We’ll figure it out together. Confused about when you’re gonna find me? No worries- part of my 2016 Plan o’ Awesome is to actually promote my content in a timely manner to the loyal audience who have so patiently been attempting to dissect the flow chart of my blog. (Thanks. And apologies. And more thanks.)
So what have we been up to?
Christmas was a quietly spectacular affair which can be summed up by me, wrapped on the couch in a butterfly-doused jacket given to me by my husband (which I had spotted in a local store window and loudly craved for about two months while P.J. attempted to convince me that no one needed a “butterfly jacket,” even though he ended up sneaking it in the house for Christmas morning- well played, Philip), and drinking a Bloody Mary at 8:30 a.m.
You thought perhaps I was kidding?
The kids had a good Christmas, too. (By the next Bloody Mary, I was convinced it was the best Christmas morning anyone had ever experienced.)
On Monday, I flew back from Los Angeles and the whirlwind trip that involved me running around after the ladies of Full House and gawking like a lunatic. (I mean, that’s not what Netflix specifically flew me out to do, but that’s one of those avoidable things that just happens, sometimes. I don’t make the rules.) Worried my head would swell from all of the glamour? Don’t be. My triumphant return was celebrated by three solid days of my eldest kid running a 102ish fever. My youngest alternated between intense clinginess and intense reprogramming the Roku remote to aggressively close-caption at us in varying languages. And my middlest child has donned a winged backpack and can be found zooming around the house at top speeds, demanding to be addressed as Rocket Girl.
Now that one, I get.
Send sanitizer. And freeze-dried astronaut snacks.
And I one thousand percent would not turn down a beautifully crafted Bloody Mary.
“Es un hermoso día en el barrio, Daniel Tiger!”
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