So, picture this: you’re underwater in a murky, cold lake, and you’ve been holding your breath. You wanted to hold your breath for awhile, you reasoned, just to see how long you could survive in this other, ethereal world. But then your brain sends rapid-fire signals to you: I need air, air, air, air! And you’re thinking, I need to break the surface, I need to breathe, I need a gulp of oxygen! You finally break the surface and suck in the most satisfying, perfect, pure swallow of air your lungs have ever tasted. And you feel better. Fantastic, actually. You reason that it’s okay if you’re stuck in the murky, desolate lake, because now you can breathe. As long as you can breathe, you’ll be okay.
That was me these past couple of days, folks. I was trying to hold my breath for awhile, and fill my ears with only the quiet emptiness of nothing. I wanted a short break from blogging, only to realize, as my mama pointed out, that I need blogging like I need oxygen. So I’m taking a giant gulp of blogxygen, and I feel better.
On another note, I warped these photos and couldn’t stop giggling like a mad school girl. This, I have decided, is what my family and I would look like if we were inbred: