Have you heard that story about the rabbi who skipped Yom Kippur
services to go play golf, shot 18 holes in one, then cried because he
couldn't tell anyone? It was God's way of punishing him for skipping
out on his duties.
A similar thing happened to me today. No, I
didn't shoot a hole in one, as if. No, I did something I wasn't going
to blog about because I didn't want to incriminate myself, but the
whole afternoon turned out to be a series of extremely blogworthy
events. No joke, at least four times the thought "wow, I have to
blog about this!" crossed my mind. You would have laughed, and sighed,
and even commiserated, then laughed some more, BUT I can't tell you.
GAH.
So instead...
Little L crawled today! Whoot! Go baby! Oh, shit. She's mobile. We're in trouble. Time to get the playpen out.
OK. Sorry. I got nothing else. Come back tomorrow.
