Saturday morning, the guy (formerly known as Steven, but a recent conversation with a friend reminded me that her three year old daughter knew the names of everyone around her except for Steven who she referred to as "the guy") who had been away for a week, came into the kitchen looking puzzled.
"Can I ask you something?"
"What?"
"That sculpture in the great room. Did we always have that?"
"Why?"
"Well, I don't remember it but I read your blog while I was away and there was a photo of it but you didn't mention it in the post."
"So you thought....?"
"I thought I was losing my memory, because if you'd bought it you would have blogged it." 
The philosophical question is: if it isn't blogged, does it really exist?
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Living with a blogger
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That IS the question isn't it? :)
I have to admit, sometimes I see a hint of annoyance when Brandon and I are working on a project together and I tell him, "Hold on. I need to be taking pictures of this." He's patient with me, though, and he gets excited when we get comments, so it's all good. :) I can relate.
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