My problem with the blogging

I'm lazy.  Every day there are numerous moments and conversations that make me think, "I'm totally blogging this.  What a memorable/adorable/blogworthy life moment."  And then what happens?  I go to bed and forget.  I'm hoping that in the not-too-distant future, when I have my own place with wireless internets galore, I will take the time to spring open the laptop and jot these things down.  I might have to start carrying one of those mini notepads like the reporters in Superman, so I don't miss anything important.  Like this, when I was making gnocchi at Aunt Sue's house, and part way through cutting the dough in sections, it looked just like a human brain and I fantasized about various mad scientist scenarios:

Or this, after dinner when we were playing Skip-Bo and I accused Grandpa of cheating:

I mean, does it get any more cranky-tastic than that?  See the bandage on his head, by the way?  Yep, that was totally his brain on the counter with the big, scary knife.  Genius!

Or this, my discovery of Grandma's secret strainer storage unit, previously some ridiculous washing device she found to be painstaking:

Or just afterwards, when I was trying to take candid shots and she happened to be holding a pot in her hand.  What a ham.

So this is where I'm hanging out lately, at their house, in this kitchen you see before you with the strange storage units.  There are fresh bread loaves and snickerdoodles everywhere.  My belly is growing at this very moment!