I just can’t get motivated to write a blog about the vlog I made about how to get motivated to vlog and/or blog.
So, I’ll have to ask you to just enjoy this short vlog instead of a blog. Because I’m a slob.
(That was a stretch.)
You know when you watch news coverage of inclement weather–a hurricane, for instance–and there’s always that one, special kind of idiot who decides they will brave the storm? And then the rescue workers have to risk their lives to save this person from their own stupidity? And the person is all, “Wow! Thank you so much for saving my life. I only had 72 hours to evacuate, and I didn’t think it would be THAT bad…even though the educated minds at The Weather Channel predicted 175-mile-an-hour winds with cars and houses flying through the air.”
Yeah, that’s me.
I know I’ve mentioned before that we party like rock stars on our weekly date night, but it never ceases to amaze me how relaxing a trip to Chipotle, Target, Barnes & Noble, or the proctologist can be when no children are FREAKING OUT in your ear because they ran out of milk.
(Did she just say proctologist?)
Disclaimer: This post is sponsored by my bladder and not the company mentioned below or by Apple. But hey, Apple, if you want to sponsor this nonsense, by all means get in touch.
Date night has changed since we had kids.
Before JJ was born in 2010, Brian and I went to concerts, ate expensive meals and stayed out until at least 11 p.m. We didn’t have a set day or time for our dates; we just went when and where the mood led us.
I know, we party hard.
Like the Puritans.