OmegaMom opens the door and peers into the bloghouse. She’s carrying a feather duster, which she uses to quickly dust off the blogroll. She tidies up the BlogHer ads, re-arranges a few Twitters, sits down on the sofa, and sneezes at the poof of dust that she stirred up. She looks around, frowns, taps her teeth with a fingernail, and says, “Hm. What we need are some flowers!”
“I think I’ll put some lilacs here. It’ll make things smell so lovely!”:
“This spot here needs a close-up of some of our wild rose.”:
“Tsst, tsst, tsst…hm…what next? Ah! Let’s put some trollius over there. That’ll make that spot bright and cheery!”:
“Now, to keep the wildcats away, let’s bring in the Leopard’s Bane.”:
“And I think I’ll finish the decorating by putting some sprigs of this mysterious blossoming tree right here.”:
Well! It’s been a while, hasn’t it?! Ahem. I was brought back to my blog-ly duties by a plaintive email from my Unka Bill, who was wondering why every time he visited my blog and hit refresh, it was still showing May 27. Um. Well. Yeah. See, I’ve been busy enjoying the flowers and the sunlight and the rain. And yard work. And being chief cook and bottle washer for OmegaDad whilst he rebuilds the formerly-stable-soon-to-be-greenhouse.
Then there was the pizza party, when OmegaDotter’s friend A. came over to spend the night and we made homemade pizza. He was a hoot (as he always is), and we had a grand time, though he and the dotter stayed up incredibly late.
Then I found a new author and series. Um. Seven books in about ten days? That sounds about right. I do love me some hot post-apocalyptic science fiction!
Then I got sick. Not badly, but enough to put me in bed for a day and a half, sleeping it off.
And then I was turned onto Broken Picture Telephone, a game which is like the classic game of Telephone, except with notes and pictures instead. I have been busily scribbling and writing notes for two days now.
Anyway: HI! I’m back! Didja miss me?!