february flops

Just like that, it’s already March. I managed to make it through all of February with one measly post. Pathetic, even for the shortest of months.

I’d planned to write about house projects. I’d planned to write about the awesome tagalong-dingdong cupcakes I made for my valentine. I’d planned to write about our daycations to French Lick, Indiana, and San Diego. I’d planned to finish writing a children’s book for my beloved cousin for her sixth birthday. I’d planned to start writing my novel again.

Do you hear that…? I do believe that’s the sound of failure. I’ve made embarrassingly insignificant progress on all of these endeavors. Where did the month go? Well, let's break it down. Here's a look at the average day:



















Will I actually get some stuff done around the house now that The Bachelor is over? Or will I swap one addiction for another and start watching Real Housewives of NYC?

This is exactly why I didn't have cable when I lived alone.