I'm not naming my posts for you people.

Oops...too late I guess. Let's face it. My blog is pretty low on your reading priority list. You are probably more interested in the quints or the fabulous vacation pictures. However, I will valiantly write on, knowing that as long as I don't have pictures of cute babies, I will be writing for myself. I suppose I could come up with a clever idea for a funny blog and then I would have widespread blogging fame and fortune. Who am I kidding, though? Being funny is like trying to invent something. Whatever joke you make or idea you come up with--somebody else has made the joke first. You have Robin Williams to thank for that, most likely.

I'm not much of a philosopher, but in today's thoughts: I was reading an article about Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, and I started thinking--what do you think it's like for the children they adopt? I wonder if it feels surreal to go straight from complete obscurity into the world's most famous (and probably richest) family. Most kids get adopted into a "normal" family but these kids get dropped straight into the lap of luxury. And they didn't really get a say in it--Brad and Angelina did, but the kids didn't. I wonder how that feels. Ehh--the world will never know.

Any news on the Krebs front? Not really. An issue with the post office, a fridge that has no food in it, and lunch with an old friend today (Hi, Alaina!). Josh had a birthday, and we bought him pants and a tent. Yes, I am earning major wife points for volunteering to go camping. I have also recently earned wife points for making several classic rock references in one conversation, and also for saying "Let's watch all of the old Indiana Jones movies before the new one comes out!" I'm pretty sure when the phrase "Indiana Jones marathon" came out of my mouth Josh fell in love with me all over again.

That's enough for today. The national attention span is very short now, and you have probably already moved on to today's lunch menu.