This post is brought to you by the power of post-scheduling. Although this post was written on June 1st in sunny Baltimore, I can safely assume that now, June 8th, we've made it to Israel, the land of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Jesus, Muhammad, and many others. I can safely assume we're having a good time, even thought I probably already got sun-burnt and Honey probably told me I promised to put sun-screen on and what was I thinking and I'm an idiot.
Everyone loves Liam, I assume. He's cute and he loves a good joke.
We're probably very busy right now visiting grandmas and great-grandmas and friends, or maybe we're stuck in the desert with bad tires. Damn mutants.
But this vacation will end soon, and when I come back, there are a few things I need to do:
It's time. Every once in a while I get into it, and for a while last year I was making this incredible bruschetta, but then I stopped, which is a shame. It'll be fun. We'll sit in the kitchen with the dogs, and we'll sing songs, and we'll make food. Good stuff. Seriously look for work
But seriously. There was one thing, but it didn't last. Then there was the prospect of doing translations, and it still might work, but I'm still waiting for the project to be finished, which could be months from now. I really should use less commas when I write. Put some ads
What can I say... I can't find a reason not to do it, and even if it doesn't make me rich, at least it's something new to obsess about. It won't be the evil Pay Per Post, and it won't be one of those offensive "Your ad here, $0.02"
You know, tell me if you think it's a bad idea. Put some shelves, hang some pictures
We've been in this house for five years. Maybe it's time we lost that just-moved-in mentality.
Submit my book to agents
I can't wait anymore (even though it's still too short). I gave the book to a few people, who now ignore me (including Honey). Either they can't bare to tell me how horrible it is, or they're embarrassed because the book is so suspenseful that they peed their pants. Is suspenseful a word? I don't like it.
Honey, aren't you happy you told your parents about this blog now?
Put photos from Israel in the next post
It'll be beautiful: Mountains, dead seas, grandmas, sunburns, stray cats, Liam eating Stage 2 food. And who knows what else? Damn, I hope we made it alright, or this post will be ironic and stupid.