It's been an interesting couple of weeks. On more counts than one. But most of them work related--which means, I suppose, that it's actually been quite a boring couple of weeks.
And then of course there's Charles. But I'm not quite ready to be the author of a mommy blog...so I'll refrain...for today (though there's lots of juicy gossip to share).
The thing I want to tell you about--the really big thing--is the one bit of interesting that actually lives up to its name, and it's something else entirely. I'll give you a hint:
Got it? Need a bigger hint?
How's that? I thought that might do it. So there you go! How, might you ask, did I suddenly become the proud owner of such a beautiful machine? Well, it starts with a glass of wine and ends with a dog. Need I say more? My Macbook never stood a chance in this house. This one, I hope (*I pray fervently*) will remain out of tail range. I reasoned with myself that it was a good purchase because if I spill I glass of wine on the desk, it will only ruin the ridiculously expensive keyboard, and not the obscenely expensive computer. I'd have to literally pour a bottle of wine on it, or step on it, or run it down with a chair--none of which are out of the question, I assure you. But I think I've lowered the odds a bit.
I've been acting like an eight year old all day. It was cute at first, but I think Joe's getting frustrated that I keep ignoring his requests to pick up my clothes. It's like all of a sudden, nothing else matters. Except of course the dog. And Joe, I guess...but you get the picture.
I'm really not even sure if I'll be able to sleep tonight. I might just sit here and stare at it. Gazing into the future of endless possibilities. Drooling on its impeccably shiny display (but not, dear god, the keyboard).
So, this is all to say that we are now a family of four. Me, Joe, Charlie, and the computer without a name. We've got ideas, but are open to suggestions. What do you think?
I'm sure my life will start getting a lot more interesting all of a sudden, so I should have a lot more to write about. Hot guys at my house all the time, money pouring through the mail slot, interviews with Vogue and The New Yorker. That's how this stuff works right? Right?