I can’t remember what I was going to tell you

(This was originally written in May. We were there in April. You can tell by how sunny and warm it is. how we still look like tourists. Face it, this could have been yesterday.)

Don’t worry. I’ll probably remember at some point.

Do you ever walk into a room only to forget why you walked in and then you have to go back to the previous room to remember what it is that you were going to do?

That’s how I feel right now.

Rats, I thought I remembered what I was going to say and then I got distracted by that woman’s pants.

Do you think her pants used to be a quilt, maybe?

Not the kind of quilt you find in your attic and decide you should put on the guest room bed. More like the kind that you find in the clearance section and think, “Wow, for two bucks, I can’t just leave this here in the clearance bin for someone else to buy. Especially because someone else probably can’t make them into pants like I can.”

Also? I appear to only have one leg. It takes a real photographer to be able to do that so seamlessly.

This reminds me that you should try to keep track of where the photographer is, at all times.

You don’t want all your pictures to look like this.

It would be okay if they all looked like this.

I’m sure it’s written somewhere, “And the bored shall become the photographers.”

I never kid.

Actually, I always kid.

That’s apparently the problem.

Hey, that reminds me. We bought this:

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Filed under Mr. French, Playing the Tourist, Why does no one get my jokes?

One response to “I can’t remember what I was going to tell you

  1. Esther

    I love all the boys’ various versions of the cannon firing. Really cute photo.

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