So, remember me? I feel off the planet in November and December. Not in a my-crazy-neighbor-Roger-who-lives-off-the-grid sort of way. I mean, I still have electricity and I pee indoors and all.. but I did take a break from the blogosphere of life. I didn’t plan to. I still thought each day that I would write an entry…and each day… I just didn’t. Then, I stopped even reading other people’s blogs. And then, goddamn it, I got sucked back into Facebook and there went the 47 seconds of free time I have every day… I don’t know what it was about my 3rd and 4th months of pregnancy, but I just began to feel very private. Very insular. Very contained. Not only was I completely disinterested in sharing my own life, I wasn’t particularly interested in anyone else’s life either. (Ok, I still needed to know what was happening with Britney – but GOD, don’t we all need to know how Britney is doing?) So, I guess you say in the immortal words of Ross, “We were on a break.” So…. I was kind of thinking that maybe we could start hanging out again? I mean, American Idol is about to start… and The Teen is back living with us… and The Toddler is talking now… I’m pregnant and pissed off and we’re planning a trip to see my mom and grandma in Tucson — I mean, we are talking SERIOUS BLOG FODDER here, people. You don’t want to miss it. I swear I’m not smirking. Ok.. maybe a little. Alive and smirking… It’s the best I can do.