Delete ad infinitum

Deleted the fotoblog from the template settings.

That was no earth-shaking event. Nobody really goes there. Only me and, sometimes, one or two people. Probably the only reason people are finally noticing the fotoblog is because I am talking of having deleted it.

Now you feel like a heel for not ever bothering to go to the fotoblog and an overwhelming emptiness has taken hold of your heart now that something of import has vanished. Haha.

I haven't done much else today, except go to the mother's house and bought a gallon of very rocky road ice cream for the nieces and nephews who were there for the weekend.

The oldest niece is going to have legs that will go on forever. The youngest nephew is going to be a spoiled brat. My mother will always, every chance she got, take the time to tell her children about the time when she was very young and still living in a farm - and how her mother would punish her for eating the ripe fruits off of a makopa tree. The red pear-shaped fruits were meant for selling.

I, for one, don't particularly like the makopa fruit.