It's official

Well, it's official.  I consider myself a blogger.  When we started the blog, I wasn't sure how it was going to go.  But I really enjoy it.  Last night I had a dream that G and I were in some foreign land, at this huge marketplace or bazaar.  Morocco maybe?  I have no idea.  Anyway, there was all this life and color and chaos...and I had no camera with me.  As it often goes with dreams, this would never happen in real life.  Me without a camera?  Ha!  But I was so furious that I couldn't enjoy myself and I kept harping at G: "How can I blog about this?!  I won't have any pictures!"

We went to dinner last night and saw this in the parking lot:

It was almost hidden behind the restaurant, by the garbage bin. As I dashed across the parking lot, yanking my phone out of my purse, I yelled back at G: "See?  THIS is why we have a blog.  You can't make this stuff up!  You have to capture it as part of LIFE, you know?"  He stood on the corner, his back to me.  He *might* have been pretending that he didn't know me.

I leave today to visit my fam in the south.  Even the internet cannot go where I'm going.  I'm usually not one to remain involved in my work when I'm supposed to be on vacation, but yesterday I kept telling my coworkers, "If you need me, just call!  Really!  Because I won't be able to check email, so you know, call me!  Or text!"  I know they think I've lost my mind because I never - and I mean never - encourage work calls off hours.  Ever.


Also, I have decided not to cover up the tattoo.  All I can do is hope that no one has a heart attack (I include myself in this) and that Gama doesn't die a thousand deaths and that no one uses the word "hell."  At any rate, this long weekend will be...interesting.

And there's a Sonic.  Several, actually.

And, hey, if you want to, shoot me a text!  Or call me!