I Didn’t Promise You a Rose Garden

Three times; three times today I’ve gotten busted reading blogs. This, my friends, is why I don’t blog, much less post, as often as I’d like. Well, that and the fact that I am lazy, buuuut also because of husband and daddy duties, too.

For a while there I was trying to write something every night when I went home, but it didn’t last long until a) I found myself asked to help with bath-time, lawn-work, dinner etc…, or b) just plain didn’t feel like putting forth anymore effort than I pretend to give to my employers during the daily 8 to 5.

“But, Huck”, you ask, “What about the weekends?”

To you I say, “The weekends are mine, dammit”. I’ve got to get away from this keyboard at some point.

So, I guess this is my formal apology/excuse for not posting as I should. I know it’s weak, but it’s mine, by Jiminy, and if you can’t have some excuses in life, then darn it, what a stressful world it would be. Don’t you agree?

Slackers unite! Eh, maybe tomorrow, right? Well that’s just OK by me.