I'm a slacker.

I don't have a wordless post today.  I almost didn't have a post at all. Because I'm slacking lately. Like majorly slacking. I blame it on the pregnancy. I blame everything on the pregnancy, which is great, but what will I blame everything on once Mr. Fartlepants is here?

I still haven't taught myself how to apply my new Bare Escentuals make up yet because I'm a slacker.

I am in the middle (ok, really the beginning) of a good book, Shattered Dreams.  Reviews of other polygamy books said this one was the best.  I should have finished the book a few weeks ago but didn't because I'm a slacker.

I haven't shared any NYC or Philly pictures with you from our trip last month because I'm a slacker.

There are roughly 7 loads of laundry piled up on the window seat in the office that haven't been folded or hung up because I'm a slacker.

The snowman decorations that I keep up past Christmas (because I think they are good until February) are still up along with the Valentine's Day wreath and the Easter door decoration never got hung up because I'm a slacker.

The panini press is still on the counter from dinner on Sunday and I have dishes that need washed by hand (but they are rinsed) that have been in the sink for the last month because I'm a slacker.

The tote that I used to take everything to Big Red's shower two weeks ago (hey, at least it's no longer in the back of the Jeep) is still waiting to be unpacked because I'm a slacker.

I guess the point of this post to to say, if you wake up in the morning and there's no new post, it's because I'm a slacker.