Abigail M. Schilling

Sore muscles (lie) and long hours at work (true) this week have kept me from blogging. This actually pains me as several times I have wanted to run to the keyboard to inform the public that

Dooce's recent Chuck video features a song by Wolf Mother

or

to exclaim our completion of OC Season 1 and it's emotional finale which left several members of my party in tears and inspired Kiki haircuts all around

or

to mention my family's (the oft-thought-about but rarely-blogged-about blood relatives) upcoming pilgrimage to Hawaii to celebrate the blessed union of one (1) estranged uncle (I can remember meeting him once) to a lady I obviously don't know during which I may or may not be reunited with an extended family the likes of which I have never actually met

and

how the thought of all that (all that = the familia) makes me panic a little bit except I keep remembering that it will be good blog material and I get to see my brother (who is not estranged).

So there.

Have a nice Thursday.

(And I didn't get the pajama pants. I did get a bear antenna topper.)