Oh it's you, again

 I'm sure all five of you who read my drivel have been wondering where I ran off to.  I've been in a tattoo shop.  Constantly.  We are there so much it felt wrong not going last Saturday.

I've also been drinking. Alone in the dark. Because I'm a sad, sad creature.  And laying on my friends couch watching Archer and eating crap food. And cooking my children "wah-sketti."

Meet the newest addition to the Roth House, Lucy. 

Lucy enjoys sleeping tits up, crapping in the hallway, and trying to decapitate Ellie's Barbies.

I've also been avoiding the general public, most people on Facebook, and this blog.  I'd avoid my husband and kids, but they live with me and they keep finding my hiding places.

It's hard to drink in the dark and brood about life when your three year old comes and tells you things like "Mommy, I have barbecue sauce on my wiener"  You can't not address that situation. 

So I guess I'm back.  Until the next round of tattoos start. 

Stay tuned for a new Dear Crazy Lindsay.