Jill & Me, chewing the cud.
(looking at the beautiful photos on Ree's site)
Jill: Did I show you the photos I took on Hartz Mountain? The ones with the panini palms and the mist?
Me: No, I don't think I saw those.
Jill: Dad said they're just like Peter Dombrovski's.
Me: Wow, that's quite a compliment, coming from Dad.
Jill: Yeah.
Me: Mmm.
Jill: I want to get an SLR so I can get Dad to teach me how to use it properly.
Me: Yeah, I thought about doing that, too.
Jill: The trouble is though, you always get the scenic route when Dad explains things to you.
Me: (laughing) Yeah, it takes him a while to get to the point. Same as mum.
Jill: Yeah.
Me: In fact, when you think about it? Mum and Dad have been married for 30-odd years but they've probably really only said about fifteen year's worth of actual useful information, and the rest of the time they were just slowly getting to the point.
Jill: Hee hee.
(pause)
Me: You know that Mum and Dad don't know I'm still blogging, don't you?
Jill: No. Why?
Me: So I can write stuff like that on my blog.
(later, watching the television)
Jill: When does the cricket end? Does it just keep going when someone gets out or what?
(just keep typing, typing, typing...)
Is it when they run out of batsmen? Or they run out of light? Ooh, they're shaking hands! Oh, no, it's just that someone got out.
... more of Jill's photos over there, in the photo album.
I hear you about the Mom and Dad thing. Mine pretty much never appear on my blog, since they read it.
Posted by: Jerseygirl89 | January 17, 2008 at 05:12 AM