I did not come this far to blow it all now. No, my friends, I am not going to let this day go by without posting. I wrote a long and rambling post that went nowhere and, since I like you, I’ll spare you.
It’s become clear to me that Mondays and I do not get along, particularly on the blogging front. I don’t remember how to make all the words and such. Thankfully this is the last Monday of NaBloPoMo. Yay!
In lieu of a real post, I’ll show you a picture from this summer when my kid pretended to get eaten by a shark.
No one has more fun getting eaten by a shark than my kid!
There you go. I’m not really sure how to end a pointless post. So maybe I’ll just end it like this.
This is NaBloPoMo Day 25. You can read other writers here.
Do you know that for a period of time (and it wasn’t a short period) I was obsessed with the idea of dying by being eaten by a shark? I wrote it down and declared it to my family multiple times — when I was 80-something years old I planned to go swimming, find a great white shark and somehow convince it to eat me. I have issues.
You scare me sometimes, but only because I sometimes think about how I’d like to die in my 80s. Though I must say my plan is quite a bit less creative than by a shark eating me! I want to hear how you are planning to convince the shark.
I so live gat photo. But that shark is no match for Nathan!
Nathan would just talk him to death!
Omg stupid iPad auto correct. Love that not live gat geez.
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My son would so do that too! In fact, he kinda thought that WAS him!
So funny!!