There's Something I Have to Tell You

Oh, readers. Dear readers. I have not been telling it like it is. Or rather, I've been telling it like it is in one small corner of my orally hygienic life but not here in the spotlight, where I am actually spending most of my time. I have all sorts of... stuff going on, stuff I've not been at liberty to tell you about, but now it's time. But all this not-talking-about-the-main-stuff has been constipating my blog writing, and it's hard to get over that and just let it flow.

Here it is, the very last day of my Spring Break, and I have not written that post, the big post, the one with updates and details and spilling of guts. I'm feeling a little guilty. But I will write that damn post soon. I just wanted to get online, toss off a few mea culpas and raise the curiosity of the small band of devoted blog readers who still come here despite the fact that I've been posting once every 12 days or so.

So feel free to guess what's up. You never will. It's too strange. It's too complex. It's too unforeseen. Maybe I'm quitting teaching to pursue my real dream of becoming a dentist. Maybe my Old Man and I have decided we can't live without the Ferals, so we're moving to LA and have been scrambling to get our head shots done and find affordable digs within a bike ride of the ocean. Maybe I've become addicted to online porn and have finally given it over to my higher power and admitted I have a problem. Maybe I'm really a 20-year-old actress with no handsome, guitar playing husband and no adorable four-year-old drummer son, who in reality does not floss. Ever.

I'll let you know, soon.