Working on it…
I’m about to “relaunch”, a word that means nothing to anyone except me as it pertains to this blog. I’m just fiddling with design and pages and soon … very soon … this blog will emerge from its chrysalis and become… well, more of an actual entity. I hope. Stay tuned…
In the meantime, please enjoy this post from last year which became the way most people found my old blog (which still exists but will be devoted to talking about writing, i.e. it will be mostly ignored and will eventually languish into obscurity, like the dinosaurs).
I like to call it “Is it safe to eat raw bacon?”, or at least that was the Google search phrase that drove my traffic up so shockingly.
Actual transcript from lunch-time April 9:
Bun: I don’t like ham.
Me: Yes, you do. You love ham, honey! Eat your ham. Mmmmm, ham.
Bun: I don’t like THIS ham.
Me: It’s just the same as any other ham! Ham is ham. Do you want to go swimming?
Bun: Yes!
Me: Then eat your ham.
Bun: I don’t like ham. You eat it.
Me: I don’t like ham. BUT I KNOW YOU LOVE HAM. EAT IT.
Bun: I can’t eat it!
Me: Ham is Daddy’s favourite food.
Bun: Daddy can have it then.
Me: Honey, you have to eat your lunch.
Bun: I can’t!
Me: No swimming if you don’t eat your ham.
The Bun reluctantly eats his ham.
Actual transcript from around 10:00 April 9:
Clayton (from the kitchen): blah blah blah blah BACON?
Me: What?
Clayton: Have you seen my bacon?
Me: What bacon?
Clayton: The fresh raw bacon I put in the fridge.
Me: No? We never have bacon. Fresh raw bacon?
Clayton: It was in a Ziploc bag.
Me: …
Clayton: I know it was in here, Bacon Stealer.
Me: Uh oh.
Clayton: What?
Me: Did it look at all like ham?
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can’t wait!