It’s Tradition

I hope everyone had a nice holiday.  Over here at the Bright Compound we had a fairly traditional day.  I got a sunburn, and the kids slept through the fireworks. 

I can’t for the life of me figure out whyI am the only one who ever gets sunburnt.  And don’t give me any of that malarky about sun screen.  I did use sun screen, but I am fairly confident that I could slather the stuff on 3 inches thick and still burn.  For all the good it does me, it might as well be Crisco.  I am seriously considering the vampire possibility again.  And the real tragedy, after going through the pain and the blistering, is that I won’t even get a tan from it.  I’ll come out of the whole thing white as a beluga whale.

Oh, and another observation…we left the Idiot Dog in the house when we went to see the fireworks downtown.  He’s a fraidy-cat coon hound with sensitive hears.  He’s afraid of the lawn mower, the vaccuum, popping bubble wrap, and me throwing my laptop (see below), so we were pretty sure that the fireworks would have given him a heart attack.  When we came home, we found that he’d eaten an entire bag of coconut.  Don’t you think that’s weird?  Of all the things available, that’s what he chose?  Odd.

On a different note, there is something funky in the universe right now.  I just want to alert you and expose myself and Isabella as cautionary tales.  I lost an entire chapter last night, and my Sister lost 18 pages.  I have no idea.  I was writing away and then POOF.  Seriously, POOF, the laptop actually went POOF.  All gone.  I searched everywhere.  The moral of the story of course, is to save your work.  Whether you email it to yourself on a routine basis, or use an external hard drive, just do something.

So I’ll sit here, directly in front of the fan, coated in Aloe Vera, and type away on my story with the only things not lobster colored:  My fingertips.  And then I shall save my work.