Oh, hello. Long time no see.

You know how sometimes it’s awkward when you’ve lost touch with someone who used to be a really good friend, and then when at last you bump into him or her again it’s all like, oh, yeah, we’ve failed this friendship?

That’s how I feel after a week of not writing on my blog; like I’ve neglected you and now I can hardly stand to look you in the eye.

Oops.

Anyway, things in Mesa have been going well. I have successfully avoided any terribly traumatic bumping-intos, except a few days ago at Home Depot when I randomly saw the first guy whose hand I held in ninth grade (we even hugged one time on the Disneyland trip that spring—promiscuous little hussy, I know). I hate bumping into people I used to know.

But other than that, I’ve done well for myself in keeping out of awkward situations. Kind of like how I’ve been avoiding this blog. You know me: when in doubt, scratch a hole in the sand with your talons and bury your head until the awkwardness subsides.

I have issues.

Another thing keeping me from this blog is the fact that, despite having just driven 24 hours from Canada to Mesa last week, I got back into George Jettson and drove back the way I came, this time stopping in Vegas where Poor Kyle was delayed for the weekend.

We had a conjugal visit.

Ho, ho!

Judge me for my frivolity if you want, and you probably will, but it was fun and impulsive, and a much-needed two-day holiday for my husband and me. There will come a day when such excursions will be impossible—or at least tenfold more complicated—by the presence of our offspring, so I figure we should enjoy this time while we can. In fact, while walking through the Miracle Mile shops soaking in all the worldliness around me, one hand clinging to Poor Kyle’s and the other grubby fist tightly clutching my Auntie Anne’s pretzel (Poor Kyle and A.A. pretzels—the two great loves of my life), it occurred to me that someday I would look back on that moment and weep for days gone by. It was kind of depressing, to tell you the truth. But also a bit clarifying.

Tomorrow I’ll tell you all about the awesome hotel we got, and yes, a video tour is included; even on my most romantic of weekend getaways, my blog readers are never far from my mind.

Like I said: issues.

(Poor Kyle.)

Anyway, I’m back from my hiatus and I promise to make things up to you.

For those of you (all four of you) who wrote a Saturday Steal post last week only to have your hopes crushed by my absence, I’m sorry. I’ll never let it happen again. And this weekend I’ll even host a giveaway for the entrants as a token of my remorse.

Truce?

Truce.

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