... That title really didn't have much to do with this post. I just wanted to tell you about something that just happened. We've had this black helium balloon in the house for the past three weeks. It's been floating proudly all this time, though the past several days have finally seen it waning in buoyancy.
Lately, we've noticed a certain... sentience about this balloon. It floats around the house on its own, surprising us in random rooms at random times. We were watching TV late tonight when I noticed the thing, black as night, slowly but deliberately floating down the stairs and around the corner to the family room where we were. It continued to creep its way to the far end of the family room until finally it reached Collin's head (I had by then gotten the heck out of that room), whereupon Collin grabbed the thing and popped it. As the air slowly drained the life from the balloon, I could swear I heard it hissing, "Death is not the end..."
Creepy, right? Moral of the story: Don't buy possessed balloons. Oh, and this story was 95% true. We will be having balloon nightmares tonight.
And in case you're wondering about the title of my post, it's because I'm too busy to put on a shirt these days, so you may want to avert your eyes if you see me out and about. But seriously, it's a new level of Busy and Having a Life that I'm quite unaccustomed to. I actually have to check my planner daily - nay, hourly - to make sure I don't forget anything. It's bizarre. I keep wanting to do things like sit down and update the blog, but there isn't time (except like right now at 1:00 AM, which I really don't think is the best idea I've ever had, but what can ya do once you get it in your head to post a story about a late-night balloon exorcism?). I'm making a goal to post something with pictures by the end of this weekend, though. It helps if I have somewhere/-one/-thing to hold me accountable. And with that, I'm off to bed!
P.S. Aren't you glad you read this blog post? You're welcome.