-I am at a loss. The words are not coming. I have severe bloggers block. Is that even a thing? Maybe I finally ran out of ridiculous things to put out there for the world to see. Maybe I have finally accepted that I am a crap-tastic blogger. Or maybe I just have other things on my mind. Anyway - I am trying to come up with posts. This one will be lame.
-When I found out that a young man (whose parents I know) is an archaeologist, I asked if he had a bull whip, leather jacket, and fedora. That might not have been the most supportive question I could have asked. I did refrain from asking if I could call him Dr. Jones though. I think Ella would make a good archaeologist. She's inquisitive and will spend hours on a seemingly unimportant task. I would not be a good archaeologist. I would be the person yelling, "just whack one and go!" If you haven't heard the whack one story, you haven't known me for more than 15 minutes.
-When I found out that a young man (whose parents I know) is an archaeologist, I asked if he had a bull whip, leather jacket, and fedora. That might not have been the most supportive question I could have asked. I did refrain from asking if I could call him Dr. Jones though. I think Ella would make a good archaeologist. She's inquisitive and will spend hours on a seemingly unimportant task. I would not be a good archaeologist. I would be the person yelling, "just whack one and go!" If you haven't heard the whack one story, you haven't known me for more than 15 minutes.