I’m on the road again, and I feel like I get to stay in one of those swanky hotels. The ones that are so nice, they don’t have to offer free breakfast and USA Today.
I’m at the Tamara Camera blog, which usually doesn’t admit riff-raff like me. But I sort of feel like Arnold *and* Willis in “Diff’rent Strokes.” With a little George and Weezie mixed in.
While you’re there, check out Tamara’s blog. At first, I thought she was a kick-ass photographer with a gift for writing. Sometimes, she’s a kick-ass writer with a gift for photography. Usually, though, she’s just kick-ass at both.
She’s recently written a great post on her favorite things, and a favorite post titled “I am number four,” which I will not spoil for you. Go and read.
I’ve written about Grace’s baptism of fire – well, of bad words. I’ve told the tale about a cute little collection of curse words she shared with me when she was 6. It’s, um, grown since then.
Thanks for checking it out. Don’t wait long. It’s only a matter of time before they figure out I’m the one stealing soap – or Grace lets loose with the blue language and blows our cover.