Brotherly Affection

So, I haven’t blogged for a while for the following reasons:

 

1)      Getting to the computer requires climbing over a barrier of wicker furniture into a corner cave that is about 2 feet square only to do it all over again every few minutes whenever a baby figures out how to shimmy his way under the blockade.

 

2)      I’m tired of complaining about this never-ending godforsaken cold weather.  I’ve

had nothing positive to say so I’ve said nothing—-quite unusual for me.

 

3)      I’ve suffered through 5 rejections of my writing from various publications and am currently in my manic cycle of “What’s the point? I can’t write anyway.  I might as well just stare at the wall and accept my loserdom. Why even bother anymore…”  There’s nothing like self pity at its finest.

 

And

 

4)      I’ve been trying to digest some, um, surprising news lately and it’s taken almost every ounce of my energy to wrap my brain around it and not blather it to the world…again, not natural for me.

 

But, I’ve realized that its been almost 2 weeks that I’ve left my masses hanging so I’m back—here once again to fill your blog world with my own brand of joy and happiness, or thankfulness that you’re not me—whatever suits you best.

 

So, for today, since it’s been a while and I don’t want to pull any brain muscles, I will leave you with just the hope for future (frequent) posts and one gem from my day.

 

Here goes:

 

This afternoon while playing with the sacred Hannah Montana guitar Morty managed to drop it square onto George’s nose, causing hysteria like you wouldn’t believe. 

 

Seemingly feeling bad for his accident, Morty squatted down by George and proceeded to smother his face in licks until he stopped crying. 

 

In their world this was the equivalent of an apology and a major sign of affection—both of which were enough to make my twisted heart melt.

 

Maybe there’s hope after all that they won’t be the only identical twins who hate each other.  Maybe they’ll soon start licking each other after their numerous wrestle mania sessions a day.

 

Ahh…a mom can only hope.

 

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