If you haven’t noticed I went into blogger retirement.
Every now and then I may pop out and make a come back – like that famous basketball player (MJ? Kobe? Mickelson? Heck, I can’t remember who – but I am sure you guys know what I mean…)
Today I am out of retirement. But only because I have an eharmony story that is begging to be told. In fact, I am hoping that in telling it I release the INTENSE desire I have to egg his house. No promises though, I am honestly, seriously considering egging. Maybe even buying some fancy dye, writing mean words, and then egging. Anyone free this weekend?
Micah won’t come – I have already asked. She thinks I should try to be more mature. Clearly she does not pay attention to 99% of my antics.
Before we get to the story, I should maybe fill in a few gaps. I have been busy during my blogger retirement.
**After MUCH consternation, I moved to Atlanta. I live in the straight-up hood. Pretty much anywhere in ATL there is a hood 1 block away. So we picked our favorite hood, forked over my first-born, hired some Columbians to move us, and here we are. I walked to coffee this morning. Safe to say I love city living.
** My girls qualified for Nationals. Seriously so excited. And I have horse show fever. Bad. Really bad. Awesome Dad, want to buy me a pony?
That should get you just about all caught up. All this blogging has me tired. Too tired today to punch out the whole eharmony story. Short version: Do you remember this?
Let’s just say that at this point I would be so *thrilled* to at least have the courtesy of a post-it! Honest to goodness – someone seriously needs to offer me a tv deal. This shit can’t be made up.