Too Little, Too Late?

I hate it when my life is a whirlwind of crap. I had so many things going on- I took a bad fall, bounced a baby off my floating rib, caught a case of strep, recovered, lost a pound or two, had baby's first birthday, sent my daughter off to her first father/daughter dance. Now, I am just snowed in, bummed and in the midst of a tiny depression, filled with cabin fever. But, now I have the time to write and not a damned good thing to say. I'm going to try again tomorrow. Since no one actually reads my blog, this becomes a huge advantage. Back to SpongeBob....