The Ironic Catholic was born March 11, four years ago. In mere hours, I got hit crossing the street by a rogue garbage truck. I'd like to say blogging pulled me through, except I'm absolutely determined to see these events as completely unrelated. I hope. Please.
The pop tart pictured is my sad little celebration picture this year since I gave up sweets for Lent, but have allowed myself an occasional pop tart, as it is technically a breakfast food. As I have told others--eating a pop tart during a Lenten fast on sweets is kind of like the addict suddenly taking up crafts to get access to the glue for sniffing. Goodness, I have a way to go on this mortification thing.
I'm sorry I haven't been blogging as much these months--it's mostly been a simple lack of extra time, being the mom of an infant, working full time, and generally ick and sick with the pregnancy. And the absolute lack of sleep doesn't contribute to snappy humor for me. But I'm certain--we're just getting started, people. After my four-year-old nap. And a pop tart. And assuming the truck doesn't find me again.