I’m supposed to be writing an article for a Webkinz collector’s guide right now. Instead, I’m watching my kids beat up on each other on the neighbor’s trampoline while the puppy goes nuts because they are on the other side of the fence from him. But if I let the puppy out, he’ll race across the street, which, luckily, rarely has traffic, but which has made both my kids and pets less fearful than they should be of flat, black asphalt.
So, the Webkinz article is good money, but boring. It’s about navigating the website, so I keep having to click on the website, which is all bright and rainbowy and geared for 10-year-olds, then click back to my black and white text, and try to explain what the heck is going on in a way that both “adult” collectors and kids can understand.
All this while E-spouse wings his way to some mountain village in Sweden to meet with other climate scientists and people like Al Gore and the King of Sweden, who I wouldn’t know if I saw him. Maybe it’s because I’m o American and had ancestors who fought in the Revolutionary War, but I just don’t get the concept of royalty. It seems so 17th century. Like, do kings and queens use computers? They must, right? But it seems so mundane and unkingly to like, surf the net.
Can you tell I’m procrastinating? I had a friend refer to me recently as the Queen of digression. So maybe I’m royalty. That must be why you all keep coming back.