The other day I went to visit my sister and her two sons. For selfish reasons aka macaroons straight from France. (EEK)
I ate one when I got home and swear I could have died. Salted caramel macaroon from La Duree. The best thing ever. Ever.
I had a really great day there. Usually I'm met with eyerolls and "Where's Ryan????". Not this time! And it was strange, it was like I shifted from "person who brings occasional presents and Ryan" to "Auntie. :D
The little one sat in my lap and the older one asked me real life questions.
Why do you have to get good grades?
Can you take a university course more than once?
How much does a class cost?
What if you got a D?
How does wifi work?
Is there a wifi button?
Why don't you have Duck Life on your phone? .. you should really have it. Can you go home and download it? But don't play it. Wait for me to play it.
How does a taser work?
Do you think you'll get a kid?
Why did Michael Jackson take the "bad medicine"?
He's 8.
I can't even remember what I was up to at 8, probably playing in the corner quietly and alone.
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So I have really been neglecting blogging - which I have a tendency to do. Often times I'm doing nothing and think "Oh crap, I should blog! But wait, I don't have anything to write about. Hm, well, Bridezillas is on!"
Now, I feel like it doesn't matter whether or not I have something interesting to say. I'm going to type it if I want to and that's that. Here's the "cheaper than therapy" coming into play.
Because, it's a damn blog. It's a friggin diary that instead of a book and pen, you use your computer. It's a page in the vast expanse of the interwebz. Not everything is supposed to be inspirational and fraught with meaning. Boooooring.
My thoughts have never been linear, so my blog should reflect that.
So, I'm going to see you very, very soon.
Creepy but not creepy.
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