So whilst I was away from my 'umble blog, a lot of you said you missed me. I was 'umbled.
It got me to thinking though, thinking that we've never met. I thought about my Uncle Ron, Rondo, Ronnie, and how he loves my blog but was unimpressed by my real life presence. I am officially second in his book, with my snake loving baby sister as first.
What kinda Uncle has places? Really.
The thing is, I'm much less exciting in real life. Uncle Triple R will attest to that. Right?
And so I thought I'd give you a brief glance at the me you'll never see... So without further adieu, some facts before we go any farther in this relationship. If you, after reading this, want to place me second I'm okay with that. I am not, however, a'right with being third.
If you call me there's a fifty-fifty chance that my phone has been disconnected. I shamelessly let my 16 month old play with it. He loves it, and even has a fake phone laugh. Where did he get that?
I don't have the time or the patience for proper punctuation and I believe grammar is for wimps. Don't even get me started on Spelling.
I hate to cook, but I hate mosquitoes more.
I love watercolors but not gauche and I really don't like squash.
I am super-duper bossy with a capitol B and I'm working on that but...
I earned my sense of humor from Sesame Street circa 1984.
If I don't get the amount of sleep I require, I get a little crazy and a lot cranky.
I require 12 to 18 hours of sleep a night.
I'm crazy/cranky a lot. Crazanky.
I like to talk about myself...especially on Tuesdays.