"Hello. Hello. Testing. Testing." Pardon me as I test my thirty year old voice! As of 11:10 last night, it is official. Aren't you impressed with the thirty year maturity you are now sensing?! (Cough. Cough.) Notice how hard I am working and not posting or reading blogs or commenting. Especially not commenting. I even wrote it on my calendar to remind myself of the new found maturity I possess. I am diligently working on bills, correspondence, homeschool grading, needed phone calls, but most of all, I am not posting or blogging or reading blogs or commenting. Especially not commenting. I desperately want to post a picture of my Vera Bradley tote, but I am not. I am not even writing about it. See? Not even about the excitement and fun from last night. Not even the dozen roses I received. Nope. I am too busy working like a mature thirty year old would. Aren't you impressed with me? No more sarcasm, funny jokes, silly comments. All maturity and seriousness. Not even mentioning the Vera Bradley bag! Nope. Too busy. Not even posting a picture of the beautiful teal and brown colors! Nope. Too busy. Oh, where did I place my camera?!

Did I mention that I took two Benadryl last night instead of one?! :-)