Why I never blog:
The kids offer to take the dog on a walk! Yay! I can write for a few minutes.
They inadvertently slam the door.
It wakes up Eliza.
She gets up, puts her head sweetly on my shoulder and comments on every. single. letter. that I type.
(“Wow! You’re Fast!”
“What is that letter?”
“Go up! I want to see that picture!”
“Can I do it?”
“How old is Daddy?”)
The laptop battery dies as they dryer buzzer goes off.
I decide that making cookies is a better idea.
The end.
