It's not you. It's me. I promise.

I am sorry dear internet. I do not want to neglect you. It's just that I'm busy. It's not you. I promise. It's me. You aren't the only one suffering. My kitchen is neglected as well. At least I think that pile of dishes was my kitchen...

Until I have time to write you for real I leave you with a picture of Easter eggs Ben and I colored (we've been dating a year now!). Please don't hate me Internet. I will come back.