Three and a half is just too much
Someone asked me why I hadn’t been blogging more and I feel like I have, but I get what they are saying. The words are on the page, but they aren’t really about anything. Probably just because 3.5 has proven to be the age where I have indeed met my match. Or it’s the straw that broke the camel’s back. Wait. Does that make me the camel and he’s the straw? I’m sure he would rather be the camel. And then he would tell me all about it. Loudly. Why? Why must they repeat every single thing five thousand times? Why? Why? Why? Oh god. It’s catching.