Twice today I’ve had ideas for what I thought would make funny blog posts. Non-kid-related ideas, even, or at least I think they were non-kid-related ideas, but I’m not entirely sure, because I only remember having the ideas, but have zero recollection of what the ideas actually were.
I guess this means I should start carrying a notebook around with me. But, while it’s cool for a novelist to carry around a notebook to jot down profound concepts, I fear it’s more towards the pathetic end of the spectrum if your jots are for your Mommy Blog. (Hmm, perhaps this means I need a Blackberry or an iTouch or some other newfangledy electronicky gadgety thingy. Mother’s Day is coming . . .) (Not that I don’t like paper-type notebooks. Because I do. Like them. A lot.)