So I was very skeptical when the Kindle first hit the market. I couldn't imagine myself cosying up on the sofa on a rainy Sunday with a...device. "It's just not the saaaaaaaame", I whined dramatically. It acts like a book but it's just not a book. You know what they say. A cat can have kittens in the oven, but that don't make 'em biscuits.
But the more I traveled, lugging stacks of books with me, the better a precious little device sounded. And the longer we spent adjusting to life in a two bedroom apartment, with stacks of read books sitting in closet corners, the better a tiny little device sounded.
Soon, my love of a clutter-free environment started to take over and I was giving e-readers some thought. Then I was all, "Think of the adorable pink leather Kindle covers!" and that was it. SOLD.
And she arrived. With her adorable pink case (with a built-in book light!!!). It was love at first sight. And I've been a reading machine since. I can't read enough. If I have five minutes to myself, I whip out the Kindle. I've made some serious cutbacks on the amount of shitty tv I watch just to make more Kindle time. Sorry Toddlers & Tiaras, you're out. Take your sad, glittery, little "participant" sash and take off out of the Des Moines Comfort Inn event room 3. I've seen enough to know that the kids are little grand supreme (with extra pepperoni!!!) crazed monsters and the moms are delusional. In every episode. Project Runway, on the other hand...you're in. You can leave the runway.
And the reason for this whole post is to tell you that you can blame my Kindle (and a crap-ton of travel) for the lack of blogging lately. I'm determined to get back on the wagon though with at least one proper post before we take off yet again on another whirlwind adventure.
Because apparently, we just can't get enough of multiple-country back-to-back trips wherein we have less than 24 hours to make a re-packing turnaround.