Excuses, excuses.

I have no real excuses regarding my long absence from this blog.

Reasons, I got. Tons of reasons. Tons of obligations that moved posting further into the background of my days. I’m going to tell you all about it real soon. I’d tell you now, but if I tried, I’d end up late for a swim date we have this afternoon.

But I did want to show you all this picture:

because it factors quite a bit into the stories I’ll be telling in the days to come. I’m not trying to make excuses or anything. I’m just saying that we need to talk about this picture. 🙂

We’re off to swim now.

Please stand by.


4 Responses to “Excuses, excuses.”

  1. 1 Mom #1 July 30, 2010 at 1:17 pm

    Well, I can tell by that photo that you’re going to have some good stories. Stories worth waiting for. What a cutie!

  2. 2 candyn August 1, 2010 at 10:20 pm

    A cute excuse – the best kind! :0)

  3. 3 Karisma August 2, 2010 at 5:19 am

    Awwwwwww….is that a red cattle dog? Sure looks like one! If so it will keep you busy for a few years yet!

  4. 4 RegularMom August 2, 2010 at 8:44 am

    Karisma, we’re not sure. Maybe he’s part cattle dog. The vet thinks he’s part spaniel and part hound dog. All we know for sure is he’s a handful. And then some.

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