Infiltrating your noggin.

Oh hi, nice to see you... it's been a while, yes?

I haven't contributed anything to this blog for a while. I wish I could apologise and tell you I'm sorry, but... you know, I'm not. There, I said it. Should we hug it out instead? Is this awkward? Okay, let's move on...

What I'm trying to say is that I don't want to be in the situation where I'm serving you loads of spinach, stuff you know is good for you but you're going to hide under your napkin anyway. I only want to serve you the good stuff... the gourmet stuff.

I want to share the stuff I think is going to worm it's way into that noggin of yours. I want to infiltrate that part of your brain that wants to put your hand on your hip, take an attitude stance and nod your head like, 'hell yes, I feel you!'

So, you're in safe hands. I solemnly swear never to blog from my soap box, my high horse or from the self-help aisle of your local book store, because the thing is...

YOU HAVE ALL OF THE ANSWERS... I just happen to have the right questions.

Kathleen xo