Hey, y’all. Yeah, it’s me. What the hell happened to me? Oh, I don’t know.
1. I bought a house.
2. I got engaged.
3. I got married. (and I go to the bank now and deposit a quarter in my account just so I can hear someone call me Mrs. Thomas)
4. I now have TWO adorable babies ages 4 and 5.
5. Damn. I wish I could think of something big for number five. Oh! I’ve got it! My little brother and his fabulous wife are expecting their first baby!
Wait, that last one doesn’t have bull to do with me. Except that I’m whistling Dixie excited about this, y’all. He’s one of “those” people who has all the answers about how to be a parent even though he’s never done it before. Don’t get me wrong, I can’t wait to meet that precious baby and love on her and give her obnoxious toys and make her the rottenest thing you’ve ever met. I’m just looking forward to being at the Christmas table when she (I want him to have a girl, can you tell?) throws a little sass his way. Or when one of her big, bad, mean ol’ cousins teases her and he wants to come after them like an offensive lineman in a championship game. Oh, he’s got all the advice, y’all. I’ve heard, “If she were mine I’d….” more times than I can shake a stick at. We’ve actually had fights about it. Not fist fights. Well, not recently. Anyway, I’m just excited. I’m looking forward to the chuckle I’ll get. Bless his heart. This is going to be fun.
I think I need to expand a little bit more on number three. I really feel like number three deserves it’s own post though. I just have to have some time to think about how to articulate that. I married my best friend, y’all. After almost 20 years. THAT’S A BIG FREAKING DEAL. He knows my ups, my downs, my ins, my outs, my whatmakesmeticks and he knows AND loves my family and he still signed up. Holy shit. This is big stuff and it so needs it’s own post. So I’m going to shut up about it. For now. Just for now.
I don’t want to make anymore broken promises about more frequent posts so I won’t. I just know that I miss y’all – big time. I miss writing. I miss telling my story. I’ll be back, y’all. If only to humiliate my children and my new husband, I’ll be back. I (fingers crossed) promise.
xoxo
ash
