I think I'm back.

But don't hold your breath. 

My dear sister is suffering the real flu, as in Influenza A. She's poppin' Tamiflu and Ibuprofen like nobody's business. And considering I spent the entire weekend with her, it might only be a matter of time before I'm sick, for real.

So as I jump back on the alidotes caboose, I think the trick will be to let go of my perfectionist tendencies. I'm an all or nothin' kind of gal. And if I can't post two times daily, at 6am and 2pm precisely, than my heartbeat begins to thump harder, faster, stronger, and the anxiety sets it.

So in an effort to be less of a blog freak, I'm simply going to blog when I feel like it (That's sort of a lie. I'll let my ridiculous tendencies flourish over at Blessed Treeshouse).

And what's a better way to make a come back than by posting a political-ish picture and caption that will surely make a few of you roll your eyes and possibly stop following me? 

Now this is more like it. Stirrin' the pot. It's what I love!

(My lovely father forwarded this to me, and I just had to blog it.)

"I know, I know. Bill thought he was the President, too."