Breaking the Ice with Authenticity

If I were an authentic blogger I'd tell you I've been oddly quiet lately because life has just been a series of potholes, and I fell into one... or ten.  Then I'd apologize for being away so long, 'cause I know you've been desperately waiting to see when my feed would update.  It just couldn't be helped.  In the spirit of authenticity I'd let you know that I carried a 50 lb black garbage back of crap out to the trash yesterday.  Where'd it come from?  My desk.  **gasp**  Not you?  Shut up, I hear you.  You think there is no way that Super Blonde could possibly have been drowning in a sea of paper, only to surface between the sticky note with client "emergencies", ever-changing passwords and unused brilliant ideas for everything from article topics, characters for my unwritten "I'm not a writer" novel, meeting schedules, and the pork tenderloin recipe I had intended to make last Tuesday before I looked up and the clock read 7:15.... thank you Papa John's.  Yeah, that is authentically where I've been.  Pothole, shit hole, either way I'm tired of the hole and I'm glad its starting to disappear.   

Rest assured, my silence is usually an indicator that I have much to say and no freakin' idea where to start.  But now I have broken the bloggy ice so watch out 'cause I got some banter brewin'.