Today, after wrestling the kids

through an afternoon of grocery shopping,and having a *Walmart mom moment in the middle of Costco (you know, those moms who yell at their kids in front of everyone ), we finally made it home. I turned around and beheld:

I couldn’t bear to wake the little monsters up. (Said most lovingly).

I wanted to take a nap too.

Darn those bucket seats – not so comfy for a nap.

So instead:

I practiced taking self pictures. Set on timer with the camera balanced on the seat belt buckle to prop it up at the right angle. Apparently I was too close for autofocus.

Self portraits give you an opportunity to express yourself.

I love my shoes.

1. They have a fish on them. Who doesn’t love shoes with a fish painted on em?

2. They don’t have laces. Slip ons are much more condusive to my lifestyle.

How ’bout a little play with shallow depth of field?

I am a proud driver of a Toyota MINIVAN!

How ’bout messing around with long exposures?

I really wish I was asleep like the kiddos in the back.

I should smile more.

How bout a close up?

Too close?

Sexy isn’t really my style.

That’s more like it.

Ahh! Look at my ring. Heart pitter patter.

And there are my other rings – my friendship ring from ee, my 5 year saphire ring from W. And my map of the universe from my brother Larry. All great stories. Someday I’ll tell them to you.

THE eND.