Tuesday - January 22, 2008

A Blogger's Curse

The following is a message I received from my brother-in-law, Ken, in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada who is sounding a tad cranky (that is him on the left in a picture with Mike and my mother - he is definitely treading on thin ice!):

 I Quit.  I won’t do it. 

 It’s over, finished.  I’m never reading your blog again.  

Here we are, stuck in a snow bank in Northern Alberta reading about New York, fine dining, Bloomindales, Statue of Liberty, museums, art galleries, multi-million dollar mansions along the canals of Fort Lauderdale.

And your room; marble bathrooms, king-sized bed, and a lanai bigger than my back yard….and three people to look after you!!  I’m never reading your blog again. 

Be pleased to know that I will be adding to my blog.  I hope to have pictures of a blizzard and icy roads.  The pics of my basement bedroom will impress.  The little shower where you wash each limb separately will be shown but only with head shots.  The lack of people to look after me won’t show up on pictures but the text will be full of it. 

Speaking of “full of it”, I better wind this up.  Past my bedtime, and nobody has brought me my chilled Champagne and Canapés. 

Enjoy your cruise and keep blogging. 

I'm a forgiving sort, so I'm going to overlook this outburst and carry on with my inside look at life onboard the QE2. But just to sweeten up my brother-in-law, I'm sending him some strawberries and sugar, a bottle of champagne, and some canapes. Enjoy, Ken!

Do I dare mention that we've ordered Chateaubriand for dinner tonight?