Happy blog anniversary to me! I can't believe it's been three years.
Three whole years.
On this gray, rainy day in February I find myself having come somewhat full circle from the place I was when I started blogging. Life is funny that way.
In 2008 I was a new mom, and I was overwhelmed. A little lonely. Very tired. Frumpy. Feeling like I was living Groundhog Day. A lot of those feelings have resurfaced with the new kid, Diddly, except this time there's a three-year-old tugging at my leg and we're in the middle of moving from Mulletville.
Minor details, right?
For my anniversary I'm posting a link to an old post. Chuck always said he didn't quite get the post, but as Junior and I played his old toy guitar for Diddly yesterday and I "met" Donna all over again I realized that it's one of my favorites.
The neighborhood bar
I also want to say thank you for reading (some of you since the beginning!) and for making this blog a place I love to come back to. Seriously, thank you.
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