That sound of horse lips you just heard...

Yes, that would have been me. Followed by a groan of, "No. Noooooo, no, no, NO." Not quite of the intensity of Brendan Frasier's character, Monty, in one of my all time favorite movies, "With Honors", but close. 

Today has involved two loads of laundry, weeding the landscaping out front, a trip with two children to the grocery store (use your imagination here and you'll be just about right on), picking up dog poop (our dog weighs usually in the 95-103 range, so again, a little imagination ought to do the trick), watering the gardens because though rain was yet again predicted I only felt about 7 sprinkles, pruning dead limbs off trees out back, making lunch and dinner, dropping and picking off a child for a playdate, bathing another child, and now, voila, a chance to sit down and blog about the Bike to the Bay experience.

Except.

Except, wait for it, the pictures that were uploading in the proper order from my phone have not materialized. No draft. No photos. No post-waiting-in-the-wings. Zero. Zip. Nada.

Are you kidding me? Seriously?

What about compatible technology? What about the part where technology is supposed to make our lives easier? Hasn't that been said since, oh, I don't know, around the time my parents were ten year olds?! What the *fill in your own imaginative words here. Mine fail me*?

And I was all comfy on the porch swing, too. And of course my phone isn't out here with me so I could try again. Naturally one child is on the Wii and quiet for the first time since he's been awake today so I could do this post. This nonexistent post. 

Bah.

"He said to go back to the beginning. This is where we got the job, so it's the beginning. I am waaaaaaiiiiting for Vezziiiini." I am full of Princess Bride quotes.

Except Vezzini is not coming to help. I'll have to get off my big girl bum and go find my phone and figure out the photos and do it myself.

Darn it, Deloris.