And Here You Thought That a House Must Have Fallen on My Head…
Don’t call the cops…
It’s just me.
And, yes, I know that lurking about and peeping in your windows isn’t the most friendly thing to do. I also know that it’s something that some might even consider a tad "not" legal. But like any good criminal worth his salt, I’ve got plenty of great excuses ranging from personal issues to birthday wishes to a busy design site to a really good book that I just couldn’t put down.
And while all of these handful of excuses is all that is valid and forgivable, I think that I’ll rest my entire defense of the one argument that works for everything and call it a day:
It’s all the husband’s fault.
I’ve finally realized that, during hectic life times like now, I’m going to actually have to schedule in some blogging time- to write and to comment (I’ve been reading, I swear). So now that I’ve got the writing bit covered this morning, I’m headed over to your place for a little visit.
I expect coffee.
And maybe some croissants too.