Leap Day Confessions

Rather than cheating by posting a few back-dated stories to appear as though I am not actually just getting around to blogging after a 75-day hiatus, I am, in the spirit of Catholic Lenten guilt (which is even worse than Catholic Ordinary Time guilt), confessing my absence.

I would like to add, though, that I am kicking butt in my newest addiction, Words With Friends. And I am fully caught up on American Idol, should I decide to participate in a betting pool which, I have been told, is illegal and unadvised.

Also fodder for the confessional, since I last wrote:


I went to Mexico...

Where I hung out with this guy for a whole week sans children but with friends...

And we swam with Crush...

And repelled down a 7-story tower...

And, as if that wasn't scary enough, I performed in front of a real living, breathing audience after we got back from Mexico. Two original songs, "Has Anyone Seen my Baby?"...



And "The Facebook Song"...



And no February would be complete without a win over Missouri. This one, however, marks the 105th and final time Kansas and Missouri will ever meet at Allen Fieldhouse, a rivalry that dates back to pre-Civil War days. And here was our parting gift to them (in overtime, because Jayhawks and Tigers love drama):

Amen.