Once upon a time Kelly and I went on vacation and started jotting down thoughts, pictures, and summaries of our experiences. Each time we went somewhere else together we brought the notebook. Eventually I started this blog and transferred the notebook to the blog.
A month or so ago in a cleaning frenzy I ran across the notebook and thought that I should chuck it. I can't remember the reason behind it. I'm not sure if there were any more blank pages, but I vaguely remember thinking that it was all on my blog and I shouldn't hold on to it. Clutter, clutter. I threw it in the can, but then retrieved it, and then...I don't remember. But I can't find it now that I'm heading off on vacation again with Kelly.
Me: "I'm afraid I have some bad news."
Kelly: "Really? O-k-a-y."
Me: "I can't find the travel notebook."
Silence
Me: "I know, I know. It's terrible. I've looked everywhere, but I think I might have thrown it out."
Kelly: "Well, I don't even know what travel notebook you're talking about so..."
Okay, so obviously that notebook wasn't important to her either. I had to remind her of the notebook, and I still don't think she remembered. She eventually was sorry that I threw it out without a proper burial such as a night of reading through it and remembering good times. She suggested we start a new one. I thought perhaps we should progress to an electronic one that would make it easier to post to our blogs and facebook, but then I remembered that I was outlawing electronics and my kids would for certain to be all over that one. Sigh.
1 comment:
It is true that I didn't know what notebook you were talking about...at first. But once you reminded me, I was properly upset at you losing it. I mean, this is ME, the hoarder. Do you really think I am OK with someone throwing our precious memories????? Now, instead of blogging, get your butt up and look for that notebook! And no, we are not doing it electronically.
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