Fashionably Late

Late to the party, again. Since I've been home with the kiddos, it seems I've lost touch with technology. Just more preoccupied with poop than with the major concerns of the rest of humanity. But as the poop starts to take care of itself (soon, very soon), I'm getting ready to rejoin the adult world.

And I'm concerned, very concerned. But more on that later, we have all night.

So I may be late, fashionably late, but I'm not the last to arrive. I'll just stay until the music gets low, mingle a bit, maybe leave a card or two. Have a few drinks, a few laughs, maybe a meaningful conversation, and make a new friend or two. See what happens, just for the fun of it.