Some kind of fun.

I'm not ignoring you.

Although, it's very possible most of the world is ignoring me.

But the truth is that I had surgery last week.

Minor surgery, but surgery nonetheless.

I'm okay.

Nothing serious.

But I'm not super chatty.

At all.

I don't even want to drink wine.

*gasp*

You heard read me right.

It's been a love triangle between me, the couch, and our television for the past 6 days.

And may God bless Chucky Love, the kids, and my niece for putting up with all of my groaning.

I'll be back.

Eventually.

Maybe.

But for now, it's not super exciting.

And I promise you don't want to know the details.

That's not to say I won't tell you the details.

I'm a bit like my mother in that way.

For now, I'll leave you with the hint that my kids should be exceedingly nice to me since this surgery is a direct result of their presence in the world. 

Yeah, it was that kind of fun around here.

Aren't you glad you're not here?

Hmph.