I might be boring...but I'm damn lucky.

Although I'm currently in Vienna, I can't possibly begin to document all of the running around we've done. I just can't.

I'm exhausted, and my wit has flown out the window. I even tried to find some inspiration by checking in on some of my fave bloggers, but no dice. Typically when I stumble across new blog, I fall for it because it's fun and happy and hilarious. Today, I found a new blog to follow, although its not a sunshine and posies type of blog. I found the link on one of my photog's sites (actually the one that'll be shooting Lis & Lee's wedding!), and I started reading about a premature baby and the chronicles of her struggles. I checked it out because it reminded me of Sum's nephew Ryder, and the writing is amazing. I love the voice that my new blogstalking victim uses. Here's the link...and I do feel responsible for warning you that the little one recently passed away. It's odd to have zero connection to someone and to become enraptured by their story, but that's precisely what happened to me today...

Made me think: I am beyond lucky. I'm healthy, I'm happy, I'm traveling the world with my best friend, and although I enjoy sassing and bitching, I've really got nothing to complain about...nothing. Nada. Zilch.

My apologies for the downer of a post, but maybe it'll help us all focus on how rad our lives actually are, rather than what they could/would/should be. I know that sometimes I need a kick in the pants like that. I'll be back to my jolly ol' self in no time. I return to Prague on Saturday, so check back for a post on Sunday!