Let’s Give Them Something to Talk About

I woke up this morning wondering what I was going to blog about.

Every couple of months or so, my mind goes blank and I can’t think of anything worth blogging about. Though lately it’s been so hot, that it’s a wonder my mind is clear enough to even find my way downstairs. Yesterday was the hottest day in DC in eight years. You know why, don’t you?

Because I hate summer and I live in DC. As soon as I leave, temperatures will plummet and snowfall will break centuries old records. It happens everywhere I live. So in the meantime, I just keep cranking up my free air conditioning and turn on every fan in the house.

Your tax dollars hard at work – keeping America’s soldiers and their families needing to wear socks in August.

So anyway, in the absence of anything real to blog about, I look for funny things to take pictures of and post. Did you see my blog yesterday? Aren’t those just the cutest pictures ever? The only comments I got were from my family, who are contractually obligated to comment when no one else has. Except they both thought that I was worried about Bip’s development. Actually, Bip has entered that wonderful toddler stage where he must do everything himself. He’s been insisting on dressing himself lately, but he’s not too choosy with what he wears. The other day it was one of Pumpkin Girl’s dresses. I thought it was hilarious, but I guess no one else did. Oh well.

But the way things work in my family, it’s only a matter of time before someone calls me and asks me what the doctor’s think of Bip’s development, and will the Army pay for whatever early intervention he needs. One of my aunts is bound to email me saying she heard that Philip is planning on getting out of the Army so we can move closer to the best child development specialists.

You think I’m exaggerating, don’t you?

My cousin Mallory and I once plotted to plant fake news with certain family members and see what sort of funky twist they put on it and how long it takes to get back to us. Actually, I think it would be funny to say something totally innocent on this blog and sit back and watch what happens. All in the name of good natured fun of course, not to be cruel. I’ve never played a practical joke on anyone in my family, even though I have pulled off some great ones in my time. Which just goes to show you that you’ve really got to watch out for the ones with the innocent faces. So at great risk of blowing my cover, and because I’m pretty sure most of my family is skimming my blog instead of reading each and every carefully thought out word, I just want to say –

Congratulations, Mallory! I can hardly wait!

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