Wouldn’t it be nice if there was a delete button on the back of our heads that we could push and erase the last 5 minutes of life? I guess it’s just me, but that’s what happens when you accidentally hit a link and find yourself seeing photos that NO ONE wants to see. Ever. I had a totally legitimate reason to Google hot, military men, and I did NOT need those visuals stuck in my head for eternity. Ewww. DELETE.
It was for a book, not that anyone cares.
While I’m deleting that particular item, I’d also go ahead and get rid of the rat frolicking on the lawn image. I was barreling up the drive and had to stop for a rat, a rat with a tail twice its body length. Later, JD called us in to the bedroom to look out the window. He saw a baby fawn, beautiful with little spots on its back. He get’s Bambi, and I get Ben. DELETE.
The delete button could also be used for when you see GOOD stuff that you wish you’d missed. Like the photos of a friend on Facebook who even though she is your age, somehow manages to look 10 years younger and 30 pounds lighter. As far as I could tell, what with her standing on the deck of her fancy boat and all. DELETE.
Aww, NOW this is living. No gross photos, no rodents, no comparative Facebook stalking.
If I could just figure out a way to delete 1983 – 1996, I’d REALLY be happy.