I Hate It When That Happens

 

Monday, April 4

Last night I was working on a draft for today’s post.  The subject was Motor Man’s dad’s birthday celebration, which took place yesterday.

While I was working on the draft, I was distracted for just a minute, and during that minute,  I accidentally clicked “Publish”. 

The second that a blogger realizes that a post has been published unintentionally is similar to closing the car door and realizing your keys are inside the car.

  I REALLY hate it when that happens.

So if you’re tuning in for today’s post, please look back at yesterday’s, “Celebrate!”.   Or you can click here.

 

   

6 responses to “I Hate It When That Happens

  1. The only thing worse than slamming the car door and THEN realizing the keys are in it…is when the car door slams shut and locks and your small child is in there!!! If you don’t remember that story, let me know!!!
    Hugs!

  2. To true! I love this photo of you.

  3. Junior’s dad really looks familiar. That Doris does too. Did the great-grand kids come from Junior? I love celebrations for people who have reached a ripe old age. My mom always love it when we 7 kids get together for her birthdays. We just had her 86th on March 26th. Keep up the good work on your blog. You will have to show me how to create one when I come to VA again!

  4. No, Grace, the great grands are from two of my husband’s sisters. My friend Doris is from Hampton. And I’ll be glad to get you started with a blog. Most of what I’ve learned has been by stumbling along – one baby step at a time!

  5. ha ha ha ha ha!!! i know that feeling well!!! GREAT post, dearie!

  6. *giggle* I can so relate! I hadn’t been blogging long when I made a big booboo myself… I typed in the word verification at the end of a comment I left for someone, but didn’t realize until I hit the publish button that I had typed it into my comment. So it went something like this:
    “Really enjoyed this post. bllkdenuhgkdl”
    I felt like such a dork. Wait~ I AM a dork!

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