First, thank you for all the emails checking to see if I still have a pulse.
I do...and, as April says, a pulse means my mouth still runs...which, depending on who you talk to is either a blessing or a curse...
Aunt Jody, I owe you a return phone call and Mom told me you called her re: my unintentional blogging hiatus. Gonna try and hit you up today. (By the by...I hope you noticed my own mother didn't even know I haven't been blogging...Whenever I ask if she's been keeping up with the site, she'll tell me "Oh, honey, I've been really busy working and playing golf, but now that I have my sparkly Iphone, I try to catch up whenever your father drives us somewhere. Well, I catch up in between telling him how to drive...").
Apes and I took a quick, four-day trip last week and totally unplugged from the world. We watched ten movies, read, played our new favorite game (Bananagrams) and actually RELAXED.
I feel I should tell you, before I go any further, I am the Bananagrams champ. Mostly because April can't spell and tries to get away with bullshit slang words. I'm too smart for that. Just ask me, I'll tell you.
We are in week five of our P90X workout and we have a love/hate relationship with Tony Horton. That being said, we are slowly seeing some changes and I no longer have the desire to eat pieces of cake as big as my head. That's saying something...
And last, but not least, Apes has graced us with another Aponex (for those of you who don't know, Aponex is April's own language, made up of all the common phrases she simply can NOT get right...)
Me: "WHAT are you talking about, Apes? That makes no sense!"
Apes: "It's not supposed to make sense, Heather! GAWD. I'm just tugging with you!"
Me: "Tugging with me? I can't even begin to figure out which phrase you've massacred."
Apes: "Maybe I haven't."
Me: "No, you have. I'm certain."
And she had.
She wasn't tugging with me.
She meant pulling my leg.