Being Real

It is only through the grace of God that I am dutifully (and boringly) pre-writing my "blogpost" on Sunday Night. Part of it has to do with the fact that I am leaving on Wednesday for a well-deserved vacation from technological bullshit.

While there, I will be getting a bargain at Hotel Sofitel, avoiding the Galleria mall, and celebrating "truth" at Mall of America's theme park (and aquarium). It's a festival called "parenting live children".

Thinking responsibly ahead, my next three posts will be:

The Natives brought me a sister

Saia and Chago are better parents than I am

...and, well, changing that title immediately.