Who needs a memory? I have a camera.
Dear Uncle George, If you weren't dead and I was a better texter, I would pull a sort of Britney Spears and text you a note. And it would read something like this..."We need a break." I know the last time I wrote on this blog was in March. It isn't because I don't love you. It isn't because I needed a break then. But I do now. I have been busy. I hate it when people say that. I hate it that everyone tells everyone else how busy they are. Like a badge of honor. "I am busy. So busy. So super busy. Look at me. My busy is so much busier than your busy that I barely have time to tell you how busy I am." I hate it as an excuse. But it is the truth. And today, it is mine. And of course, since my Sea Monster is broken I can't tell you what I have been so busy doing. You certainly could read all about why I don't know what I have been doing the last four months, but I don't remember which post it wa...