The old blog is suffering of late. I'm drowning in work which is not a bad thing but it pains me to commit bloglect. For those of you who may not be up on your up-and-coming terms, here's a definition: bloglect-- neglecting one's blog for the sake of one's work or life. Yep, that's me.
Last night we had dinner with some friends and one of them said, "So, what's going on with Another Gay Bear." It took me about three repeats to understand what he was talking about and I laughed, finally, but I felt like a moron. Suffice it to say, I'm fried. FRIED. We're going to a Cinco De Mayo party tonight and I fully intend to take out all of my pent up anxiety on a very large margarita. It should ensure my status as a stellar host at my daughter's third birthday bash tomorrow. In the words of the Allman Brothers, "I'm past the point of carin'"