Sworn to Secrecy

Writing this post is perhaps the most dangerous move I've ever made. But, I trust you all, and I know my readership numbers are low. So, it's a risk I'll take.

Okay, here goes. But, before I tell you, you must swear to keep this secret. Deal?

There is a conspiracy happening here in Portland. A very well-designed one. One which leads everyone around the globe to believe that we have many gloomy, gray days. And very little sunshine. But, it's a rouse. I have a suspicion that it began as a bit of a prank to avoid overcrowding in this great place we call Stumptown.

As evidence, I will present the week's forecast. Pretty gloomy, isn't it?
Now, I will present the actual weather today.

You see what I mean? This has happened again and again. At first, I thought Portland was simply the landing spot for the most incompetent meteorologists in the country, but now I am in on the secret. And so are you. Just keep it under your hat.

But why am I spending my time on my laptop when the gorgeous blue skies await? Oh, that's right. They'll probably be back tomorrow. Just don't tell anyone!

Spoiled

"Ah-ha," you say, "finally Megan has seen the light!"

Well, before your train of thought goes freight-lining down that railway, let me stop you. Perhaps my children are a bit spoiled, but this post is actually not about them. It's about ME!

In the past two weeks, I've enjoyed five child-free evenings out. Yes, five. If you are thinking that is more than the quota ought to be for a fourteen day window, you are correct. With two sets of grandparents and now the coveted digits of a responsible babysitter (thanks, E!), I am feeling luckier than a leprechaun basking in a pot of gold.

Yes, life is good. And now, just in case you are a smidge worried that my girls are suffering from so many evenings without their mother, I submit Exhibit A: Mary and Lucy, sandwiching Robyn's daughter Emily. Happy, aren't they? Surely, if anything, they are feeling equally spoiled by special time with the sitter, the grandmas, and the papas.