Silence at Quirky and Laughing can only ever mean one thing – I’m losing it over here! Life has a pesky way of throwing shit at me when all I really want is to cuddle with a weighted blanket and blogsurf. Alas, shit’s a-flyin’.
So while I apologize for my blog neglect, I assure you, I am setting myself up for failure at every turn so that you may soon resume laughing at the clumsy way through which I navigate my life. A tidbit to tide you over: I’m co-hosting a balls-to-the-wall rager, complete with a keg and hired DJ for my 37th birthday. It was my friend’s idea. About 70 people are coming. I’ve invited 5 of them. Given that I’m allergic to every crumb we’re serving, am virtually incapable of metabolizing alcohol and am crippled by small talk, I’m confident nothing could go wrong. Party on!