Circle of Life
We kicked off the first day in Florida in style . . . with shuffleboard and a trip to the beach. Which is as it should be.
While we were playing shuffleboard, a group of kids in a car hollered at us from the road (many yards away). . . we weren't sure what they said. Either: "that game sucks" or "fascism sucks."
The first makes more sense, but the second is more true.
It occured to me on Tuesday that maybe I should be googling the events of my life regularly, because other people might be blogging them, too. For example, my plane delay. Maybe someone else from my plane has a blog, and wrote about their experience . . . and I would like to read about that experience from someone else's point of view.
So perhaps I should google "yelled at kids playing shuffleboard" and see if I can find a blog entry from one of those losers. Or at least a crappy myspace.
While we were playing shuffleboard, a group of kids in a car hollered at us from the road (many yards away). . . we weren't sure what they said. Either: "that game sucks" or "fascism sucks."
The first makes more sense, but the second is more true.
It occured to me on Tuesday that maybe I should be googling the events of my life regularly, because other people might be blogging them, too. For example, my plane delay. Maybe someone else from my plane has a blog, and wrote about their experience . . . and I would like to read about that experience from someone else's point of view.
So perhaps I should google "yelled at kids playing shuffleboard" and see if I can find a blog entry from one of those losers. Or at least a crappy myspace.
Labels: Family, Good Times