Much like my days- my thoughts are generally scattered and confused. And on days- like today- it makes me feel better to go grab a handful of pictures and share with you my thoughts on them. With as busy as I normally feel- it is funny to me that I actually take the time to photograph things I want to blog about. What a waste of time- mine and yours.
No need to thank me.
Somehow this is my therapy- now I will begin my session.

This is the reason I drag myself out of bed in the morning. I can barely function before grabbing a hot cup of coffee and adding this creamer- this hazelnut coffee mate creamer. It is the true love of my life. Found out last week that Sam is also allergic to hazelnuts. Of course.

Nothing can be as tough as shoveling snow. I mean it's freezing outside- so you layer up- then you work your hind end off and get all sweaty. So you're sweating, but your face is frozen and you can't feel your feet. I mean- shoveling that first big dumping of snow was really really hard. I was almost afraid to open the door to snap this picture for fear my pajamas would freeze to my skin.

Oh man- if I had a fancy lens or even the general skills to know how to use my camera you would be crackin' up. I don't really take joy in making fun of others- but this guy had the WORST comb over I have ever seen and it stuck up all over his head. Why oh why didn't one of his family members smooth it down? Plus- you should have seen me trying to pretend I was photographing Emily's cheer leading skilz while secretly snapping pictures behind me of a stranger.

I had to throw in this picture of Emily's funeral shoes. She didn't even need dress shoes- we had just bought her a pair at Christmas time. But she fell in love with them, and once I saw them I just knew she had to have them. I'm a sucker.
So there you go- Emily has hooker shoes, I am the original mean girl herself for making fun of strangers, my mornings suck without my love and I hate shoveling snow.
1 comment:
Why are you taking pictures of my poor Uncle Henry????
Nah...just kidding!
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