There's a reason I wrote 242 posts this year. So back to the first plan of the first sentences of each month.
January: So it's 2007. (And just because it was momentous, apparently, I must add the second sentence: This New Year's marks the first time I have ever gone to bed instead of cheering in the New Year.)
Feb: Sugar Daddy and I have just returned from a cool after-dinner walk in Grandpa Cape Town’s neighbourhood, and Swee’pea is sleeping peacefully in the stroller.
March: Last night in belly dance class, I was reminded of something I really admire in Ishra, the instructor.
April: I've been meaning to nominate the Mad Hatter for a Perfect Post for months.
May: Last night, I slept for seven hours straight with no wakings by either me OR Swee'pea.
June: Sorry for the delay since my last post... I didn't mean to leave you hanging after the shock.
July: I can hear firecrackers popping and screaming outside our house.
Aug.: The one-year anniversary of my first blog post came and went a couple of days ago, unblogged.
Sept: Sugar D, on Saturday: [incredulous, mostly to himself] I haven't had an ice cap this summer...
Maybe that's because I don't actually like ice caps and I just can't remember. (and because it made me laugh, I have to add the next line:) [later, with ice cap in hand] Yeah, I think I just don't like ice caps.
Nov: In order for this post to make sense, you need to remember a few key details about me.
Dec: Just when I thought life was going along all hunky-dory and the most I had to worry about was Christmas shopping and future vacation destinations...
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So that was boring...
Happy New Year!
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