Two Peas in a Pod!

Maggie Mae called this morning, beside herself.  "Is everything ok?"  She repeated, her voice a quivering bravado of dread.

I had suspected the absence of any recent posts might worry her. (Overflowing with angst and anxiety over the minutest of details, we are like two peas in a pod).  And knowing she is a follower of not only my blog, but my daughter's as well, I should have checked in with her over the weekend. 

I assured her all was well. The new mommy is busy being a mommy.  And I have no excuse, other than I can't write when I haven't slept and my pants are too tight.   (I know, aren't we all sick of hearing about my sleepless nights...I am so over it.)  And either someone at the cleaners has had their way with my pants, or I have mid-life waist spread.  Lordy, I hope it is the former.

So, besides the other duties bestowed upon me, mostly by me, (I am nothing if not reverent when it comes to having my house in order),  I have had to do a bit of shopping to rectify this clothing dilemma.   And I am comforted by the fact that my dear friend is aware of my comings and goings, because at least if I were to go missing, Maggie Mae would be alerted because of her hyper due diligence as a loyal friend and reader.