When you don't write for a long time it is hard to decide what to write about. That's why I'm not good at writing in journals. I could never write about the present because I'd always be filling in the stuff about the past.
Jed and I got home from Boston this week but I didn't tell you I was gone because I didn't want you to rob my house and steal my family. Well, isn't it sort of scary how people update where they are all the time, all the while they've left their valuables at home? My most valuables stayed here with the best of the best sitters, and we left. We love those little people--but my goodness, have you ever taken a trip without your kids? There was this amazing freedom when we realized we could actually go places whenever we wanted.
"We should see Inception sometime"
"Yeah, that sounds fun."
"Wait--we should see Inception! Tonight!"
And the movie was totally rad (it's okay--you can use that word too! It's cool again!). And I learned all of the history I couldn't remember from 5th grade and swam in Walden Pond--yeah--it's more like a small lake! I saw at least 57 different Dunkin Donuts shops, I shopped at the Brimfield antique show, went to a Red Sox game, and instead of eating PB &Js I ate giant sausages with peppers and onion (stop scrolling up to the picture to see the weight I put on). It's a pretty cool world out there in the East.
And I have some new thoughts about air travelers--but that deserves a blog of its own.
And if I have to update more of the past in this blog tonight, I'll never write again, just like my journals of yesteryear. Besides, it's my birthday (but you knew that!) and I'm going to have some Pepsi upstairs. C-U soon sweet doggies.