Gilding the Lily

Jen, my buddy from Denton Sanitorium, has challenged every one of her readers to write a post today that shows the "real person" he or she is. I see the assignment as an invitation to sorta take the shine off the gilded lily, so to speak. Actually, I would be surprised if anyone who visits here regularly thinks this particular lily (me, in other words) is all that shiny, but if someone does...I thank you for overlooking the obvious.

Anyway, Jen isn't asking for deep, dark confessions (too bad, I think you would have been enthralled); she just wants a true-life picture of who we are when the blog isn't watching. Naturally, my first thought was that a few photos might be in order! I was going to start with a picture of my messy desk and go from there. Sadly, however, I cannot find my camera to save my life (or tell about my life, for that matter). As a matter of fact, I've spent most of the morning looking for it...which explains why I am so late posting today. I spent two hours looking for a camera when my plan was to get up early and de-clutter the house before my cleaners arrive. What's more, it's 10:08 right now, and I'm still sporting PJs. With the cleaning crew due at 11:30, I haven't even cleaned my teeth!

So far, then, I think we can conclude that I may be a bit disorganized at times (confession #1). By the way, if I'm going to do true confessions, I get to use all the euphemisms I want, okay? They make me feel better, and that's important when you're stripping the lily.

I blame Dave for the camera debacle, by the way. I usually do, when I can't find something of mine (confession #2). After all, it could never be that I have actually misplaced a thing myself, right? If I can't find it, my dear husband must have secreted it somewhere out of sight and mind. Of course, this time I am entirely justified in my belief. As it happens, Dave took both my Canon and my Flip to Tahoe with him when he went camping with the young adults from his congregation a couple of weeks ago, and he never gave them back. I'm sure of it (confession #3 - I always think I'm right). Or at least, I'm almost certain he never gave them back (confession #4 - my memory is terrible these days...which makes my 'always thinking I am right' a bit more ludicrous). The truth is that I like to think I am right, so I keep on doing it (despite recent and mounting evidence to the contrary). In fact, I've got a call in to the hubby right now to confirm my suspicions and establish the whereabouts of the camera and recorder he so obviously misplaced.

(Here's a funny thing. The big guy himself just called back to say that he DOES have them. Both of them, the Elph AND the Flip. They are in his car!!)

Did I say, "I told you so" to my beloved spouse? HA! Methinks you are going to be pleasantly surprised, my friends, because I did not! In fact, I was quite lovely about it. Gracious, even.

And there's a little more gild for my lily.

;)