All is Lost

Since I'm already doing a terrible job of keeping up with life, I thought I needed something else with which to be delinquent. So here ya go: a blog, an online journal that will hopefully give Daddy the chance to see some pics and hear some stories of what happened to his kids today while he saved lives and civilizations far away.

But alas, I can't find the camera. Normally, I keep it in my purse. (For any who are startled by the news that I now, at age 31, am finally carrying a purse, let me reassure you that this was the only acquisition from Europe for myself. And I bought it off the street in London for one pound. So it will be banished as soon as this baby shows up and demands that I lug around a diaper bag again.) So anyway, no camera. Sorry Mark! Therefore, no pics, either.

I think I need one of those beepers on everything I own, like you can page your portable phone. But I need it for the cell phone, for keys and camera and Matthew and my watch. They all tend to wander away from the place I put them and since the house is so immaculate, there must be a Bermuda Triangle around here somewhere. It's like the Bunker family laundry room.