Oh baby, you know that I love you. And I know that I don’t take you out as often as I used to, or spend as much time doting on you, but you know that I love you. Srsly. For realz.
One of these days, I’ll make it up to you. And I’ll get all pretty and dressed up and wear stupid shoes and drink too much wine and we can get messy drunk with beautiful food. And the waiter will smile because when I get messy drunk I’m still charming and beautiful (though clearly not modest), never boorish and lame. And I tip well. And I flirt in a non-threatening way. Harrumph.
In the interim, work is really cutting into my social life and blogging life. I’ll post some fabulousness once things get back to normal. In the interim, you can get your food fix on my Twitter stream. It isn’t all about chocolate – lately, it’s about pie! and! blackberries! – but it might do in a pinch. And if you don’t get this “Twitter thing” and want me to explain it to you, then you’re out of luck. Something about 140 characters and status updates and answering life’s perpetual question, “what are you doing?” except that no one’s status updates actually answer said question.
I’ll be back shortly, I promise.