No vacation is long enough

Dear Readers,

Have you ever spent two weeks not blogging, but thinking about your big back-to-blog post? And then the two weeks were up, and suddenly you couldn't think of anything to write about, except maybe a long diatribe about your daughter's unique poop scent? (Think fermented peaches.) But then you remembered that moms are more than their children's excrement, so you couldn't think of anything substantial to write?

Well, if you did, then you are Mrs. Dub. (Except your name isn't really Mrs. Dub; it's a name that starts with Q. Except that it doesn't, but it is in the same alphabet.)

Anyway, such is my life. My vacay was really cool and probably needs some adjective like "fantabalicious" or "hardcore, extreme violence," minus the violence part, with lots of relaxation and fun for good measure.

I love the beach. I want to marry the beach. I just became a minister online so that we can live together until death do us part - at which point I hope heaven is filled with beaches.

I also love my sister, family and bestie who hosted me on my long-winded journey from the OC to camping in Carlsbad to some Arizona-loving.

Am I still typing? I think I am, but there's no way to confirm it.

Anyway, I hope to be back in best blogging form tomorrow. Until then, check out my cute daughter, whose poop smells like fermented peaches.

Love to all!
Mrs. Dub