I once read a rant about blogging, although for the life of me I cannot remember where I read it or who it was or even why I read it or when. But what I do remember is that the person was going off on how self-important it is to have guest bloggers when you go on vacation. As if the whole world might implode if your blog is not updated. Which is totally not the point. I know you all are not out there eagerly anticipating my next post like some bad Mervyn's commercial, fingers tapping at refresh. Openopenopen. Postpostpost. If I missed a day you might not even notice, the tree in the forest still standing. Or not. I'm not sure what's going on with that metaphor. Simile. Smile! Potayto, potahto, ladies and gentlemen of the www I am going on vacation and was too lazy to line up any guest bloggers. (Run for cover, the world is imploding!)
Today we are driving down to San Diego for a friend's wedding, then up to LA to visit my brother. Once in LA, we are taking Zoey to Disneyland whereupon she will quite possibly seek legal emancipation so that she may live in the Princess' castle forever and ever, living happily ever after in a world where pink sparkley bubble baths do not cause vaginitis. Which would totally give me more time to blog when I get back, which is next Thursday.
In the meantime, I may shoot off some half-assed posts here and there knowing full well you do not need them. But here's the thing: I need them. I need you. I need your stats, your comments; I need you to pat me on the head and scritch behind my ears the way you do, not too sharp but just right. Which is a whole other rant about blogging, something about that self same tree and the forest and if I do not post do I fall? Another day, my friends. For now I am driving down I-5 on the way to somewhere that is not here.