Disintegration

Did I spell disintegration correctly? Are we sure? Because this blog is about the sad demise of my brain. It's disintegrating. Sniffle. I just realized after months with my new blog masthead that I spelled realities wrong. Good God, what is the world coming to? This is what three pregnancies and the stress from the resulting spawn does to one's brain. It makes your fingers loose, so they constantly mistype and then there's this incredible pause before you find the typos. For me, it was only 2 months or so.

Just for all you out there contemplating the process of replicating and making mini-me's, let it be known that not only do your feet grow a half size per pregnancy, but your once pristine cranium that you once paid thousands at Berkeley to stuff with bits o' information inside, now becomes this useless blob of half-melted Swiss cheese that fails you in the most basic of communications.

Ah, the "realites" of motherhood. I think I'll keep it misspelled on my masthead because obviously all you who read didn't notice it either (or I would have expected some discreet note), so it's good to be in the same company. Maybe we can make some fondue!

p.s. A good friend pointed out another 2 typos in this original post. Seriously, it must have been a plop of fondue falling onto my keyboard that caused those mistakes. Gahhh!

'lisciously scribed by Scout's Honor @ 7:52 AM