My life is boring. So boring that I should be barred from blogging. At least I can still alliterate.
I especially feel this when I read other people's blogs. Like finslippy's. (I don't know how to do that magic that turns that word into a link to the signified in question, so here's the damn URL. http://finslippy.typepad.com.) I mean, my life is circumscribed by my desk (and my special reading armchair in my study) at the moment. Oh, yeah, and my husband.
It's a damn good thing that books are my favorite things - otherwise looking forward to - well, to a whole life of this might be a little daunting.
Jesus, stay-at-home moms have more fun than I do lately. (They also have more screaming and more snot. So there's that.)