In Which My Children Run My Life

So, I haven't written for a few days because this week has been so exciting that I hardly had the time to sit, let alone pen enough witty repartee to entertain my readers. In reality, this week was full of the mundane, trivial things that constitute my life. I don't want to brag (yes, I do), but I did loads of cooking, cleaning, and gyming this week, the latter of which is not a real word. The fatty in me enjoyed banana bread, English muffin bread, pumpkin and black bean chili, and some particularly fabulous taco soup, the recipe for which came straight from my brain, scary as that may be.The skinny-kid-wannabe in me went to yoga twice, swimming once, and cross training once, and worked out in the gym at least once every day this week. My awesome level almost caused Franklin itself to spontaneously combust. 

The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

I don't even know where to begin. My life is obviously so entertaining that going several days without word vomiting leaves me feeling ill. Happily for me, our internet has been restored, and I can now expectorate at my little heart's content. 

As such, I've decided to offer a summary of the most recent highs and lows instead of a daily play-by-play as I am so often inclined to do.