Dear Me,
Remember how you keep giving yourself these guilt trips for not posting on your blog lately? Well, I just wanted to point out a couple of things. The bag that isn't unpacked from watching Sam and Meredith's kids on the floor of your bedroom. Yours and Dallin's clothes strewn about the apartment. The lesson you need to prepare for Relief Society on Sunday. And the talk for Sunday. And the musical number you and Dallin are going to sing in 6th ward on Sunday. The mound of laundry begging to be washed. The poor bathroom desperately needing to be cleaned. Your aching body needing a massage (haha) and the pile of shoes and dirt in your entry. Feeling guilty about not posting anymore? Didn't think so.
Love, Me
