I am a capricious blogger.
There. I admit it. No denying it. Fickle. Erratic. Unfaithful. That pretty much sums up my blogging presence lately. I’m on, I’m off. One week I’m pounding out an entry a day and then…nothing. For almost three months. I disappointed my devoted followers. I mean, in all honesty, I never even knew I HAD devoted followers. That has to buy me at least a little understanding, right?
Before you completely write me off, I can explain. I have a long list of great excuses. I promise. I’m really good at attempting to explain away my messes. (Just ask my mom.)
My husband came home from TAD.
I had a semi-nervous breakdown about my career.
I started a new job (see above).
I planned a surprise birthday weekend in New Orleans for my husband.
I hosted my in-laws for a week.
I went to Germany.
I registered for another half-marathon.
My seasonal allergies hit me full-force in February.
Spring came early to Pensacola, and the beach was calling my name.
I found a new favorite nail polish color.
I reorganized my pantry.
I had a really bad experience involving adzuki beans, tofu, matcha powder, and cupcakes. It scarred me. Don’t ask.
See? All legitimate excuses. Well, except for maybe the new nail polish color. (It really is awesome, though.)
Still not buying it?
(How about now?)
What if I gave you a cupcake? And not just any cupcake…a delicate white cupcake with Irish cream frosting that’s to die for? Would that smooth things over between us?
I’m pretty sure that there’s a law that says all requests for forgiveness accompanied by a cupcake must be granted. If there’s not, there totally should be.
I’ll give you the recipe. But you’ll have to read my next post for it. So by clicking on my next post, you’re pretty much accepting my apology.
I’m so glad you understand. I know there was a little piece of you that longed to be filled with my witty anecdotes and delicious treats.
Let’s be friends again. Have a cupcake.