Bullet Train

...because it's just easier to throw some bullet point drivel at you than to actually formulate complete sentences with subject/verb agreement and proper punctuation (writing the dialog between Kevin and I from that last post killed me and I'm sure that it's ripe with incorrect punctuation and bad grammar).

• I made a good meatloaf for dinner last night. Yes, I used the words "good" and "meatloaf" in close proximity to one another. And, I might add, there was no ketchup involved.
  
• On a good day, I can see my waist again. I've missed her. She was on sabbatical for about 18 months (but was doing noble work, nurturing a human life and whatnot).
  
• I obsessively refresh all of my favorite blogs and curse their authors for not updating, while my blog sits untouched.
  
• One of my friends had her heart broken recently and it really stinks.
• Anna has developed a love of the following foods: carrots (cooked by yours truly); dried fruit, specifically apricots (hello, poop!); cheese; bananas.
• The cats, however, are most excited that Anna does not like Gerber meat sticks (can't say that I blame her) and promptly tosses them onto the floor.
  
• My daughter purrs. She makes a total cat-purr noise and we don't know if it's just a random vocalization, or if she is, in fact, being raised by a band of militant tabby cats.
• Another thing I like about bullets? I don't have to come up with a conclusion. I've always been bad at wrapping up my thoughts into a neat little package.
  

Pictures of the babychild, you ask? I haven't taken any good ones lately. I'll try to snap a few in the coming days.