True confessions

(This was originally posted early January 2006, as an excuse for the lack of postings over a period of weeks. It is reposted now, in case I need an excuse at any time in the future.)

I, Sarah Elizabeth Crosbie, am a bad blogger.
I haven't written a thing on this site or my official blog at Osprey since Dec. 9.
I blame many things for my lack of fabulous contributions.

1. It was Christmastime.
2. It was New Year's Eve.
3. I went on vacation with the boyfriend and his two children to Cuba (see photo above).
4. Work has been ridiculously busy.
5. Househunting. Anyone have a cute bungalow they're looking to sell?
Perhaps the best way to sum up my outrageous busyness is to tell you a story that's fit for a Hallmark Card commercial.
One day, a few weeks ago, my father, a total luddite, decided to finally send me an e-mail. He wanted to know how I was, what I was up to, etc, etc, etc.
Well, I get hundreds of e-mails at work and so I decided I'd respond when I had time.
Well, apparently in my father's world, it should always be same-day service and because I didn't respond right away, he became concerned.
Fast forward a few days.
I get my snail mail from my mailbox and there's a handwritten letter from my father with just a few words: "I sent you an e-mail. Why didn't you respond yet?"
Ah, fathers. What can you do?