It Came. It Went. I’m Forty.

Oh…… and?

I’m back.

Man, whatta’ ride!

I have been kickin’ a relaunch of this whole bloggy thing around for the last SIX MONTHS, with so many reservations, you’d think I was American Indian. (I am, actually.  Like 1/32.  My great-great-grandmother had some Cherokee in her, so I keep that race card thing tucked in my back pocket.  Don’t mess with me, y’all.)

So yeah, as of yesterday? Forty.  I was pretty insistent on it being No Big Deal…. but you know my Spin.  More on that next Thursday.

It really IS No Big Deal.  I had kids young.  Not as young as *ahem* some of you, but all the same, I tend to be on the younger end of my friend spectrum.

The sense that I’m arriving to my forties a little late in life + a debatable clear maturity beyond my years = No Big Deal.

Still, it’s something of a milestone, I suppose – and when it came right down to it, I decided to give myself a gift and start blogging again.  With the full and enthusiastic support of my family, I might add.  Apparently, a bored mama ain’t a happy mama and we all know what that means.

Man this feels good.

Although I’m not entirely sure how to jump back in, I tend to have an affinity for the deep end. That said,  it may not be pretty.

For one thing, I’ve got a whole archive of posts to reopen and apologize for.  I say apologize because as soon as I unmark them ‘Private’, each and every blasted one is going to show up in your reader. So I’ll issue this warning…. you may want to ‘unsubscribe’ until the dirty work is over and come back in a month week or so.

For another? My life is Boring. I have no idea what we’ll talk about, but I promise to try not to depress you.

Finally, I’mma have to track down some readers because, Hello? Who’s ‘you’? It would be hugely presumptuous to think anyone has been hanging around these desolate parts.

Speaking of deep ends, I have a garage sale on Friday and Saturday to prep for, it’s the end of the school year and this little guy comes home from the puppy pet-sitter tomorrow.

That’s riiiiight.

I have another damned dog.

And I’m forty.

Maybe there is enough to talk about.

Old people talk to themselves all the time.

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