On Sunday we got back from a week long vacation and I am swimming in pictures and stories.
So many pictures and stories that most of them will get lost in the shuffle and hardly any will make it on here.
Which is why I thought about doing more blogging while we were gone.
But I didn’t because when we leave town I have an internal conversation that goes something like this:
Me: I should blog about this.
Myself: Yes, but then everyone would know you aren’t at home.
Myself: Well… you know they say bad people will figure out you are gone, where you live and go ransack your house while you are away.
Me: Those people have got to have something more lucrative to do than ransack our house! That would be a waste of time!
Myself: Well, they don’t know that there is nothing worth ransacking until they start ransacking.
Me: But seriously Myself, we have the shotguns with us, not to mention the camera and computer, what could they possible take?
Myself: Nothing, but they don’t know that we don’t have a T.V. or a stereo from this decade with a working power button or any other fun gadgets.
Me: Exactly, what are they going to do, steal the chickens??
Myself: You never know!
Me: I would be sad if my chickens were stolen.
Me: I suppose then if it does happen all the people who told me never to blog when I’m gone will wag fingers and “I told you so” me – and I hate that.
Myself: As do I.
Me: So we shouldn’t blog.
Me: Even though it’s a paranoid, silly reason that we don’t believe in.
Myself: Right, because now we’ve had this discussion so that makes it more real.
Me: It does?
Me: Oh…. Ok, no blogging.
Myself: Hmmm but if there is NO blogging then people could figure out we are gone because we normally blog and it’s a holiday and…
Me: Shut up.