Mark Twain-ing It
I once heard a story about a Mark Twain I love: someone walked in on him laughing loudly at some book he was reading. Turns out it was his own work. Relatable, right?
So yes, I've been gone. Was it because of the old blog stalker? Not really. (Hi G!) Was I busy? Well, I'm ALWAYS busy. No, I think it was mostly because I was tired of airing my dirty laundry in public. I was grumpy, and I needed an attitude change.
What does that mean for you, gentle reader? I'm not entirely sure yet. The format and content will likely remain chiefly the same (though I hope with more warm-fuzzies and humorous anecdotes than calls mobilizing my gang of girls to turn ex-boyfriends into eunuchs). I'm going to start small and aim for one or two posts per week.
So allow me to introduce myself. My name is Rachel and I'll be your entertainment this evening (or whenever Facebook, Pinterest or YouTube fail you).