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.