One Hundred Things? WTF was I thinking? It's a lot. I'm up to like 37. Lori? Where's your shit, and how much will it cost to ship it?
Bare with me till Sunday, will ya? Sunday is the day. I need time, people. One Hundred things is a lot.
We can talk about other stuff until then, right? Like how I've gotten like 3 blog awards that I've yet to acknowledge beyond a lame "I know I got it and I'll do it in a minute, okay?" comments. God, I suck. I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I owe my brother a letter or a dozen, also, and I've not done that yet, either. I'm so far behind. On everything.
I feel like I need a reset. Like if I could just start fresh, updated and current, everything would be great. But we don't have reset buttons. I just have to make the time to make it all happen.
And then I read those words I wrote and I'm like, "Oh, Natalie, you're such a lazy bitch." It's true. My "busy" is like everyone else's "relaxing". I'm just a princess.
So, I have no excuse for anything and I'm going to go work on that giveaway thing some more so you don't all end up thinking I'm a big fat asshole. :)
And you're all still WAY awesome.