I am, self-admittedly, a horrible photographer.
However, because Popular Photography was the only magazine available to read today at the gym, I’m now an expert at taking up close pics of great white sharks.
Buh-yah!
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I am, self-admittedly, a horrible photographer.
However, because Popular Photography was the only magazine available to read today at the gym, I’m now an expert at taking up close pics of great white sharks.
Buh-yah!
My travel coffee mug thing rocks. It refuses to spill.
Shake it, swish it, jostle it. No drips.
But now I have a new challenge for it: Keep my coffee warm after its aluminum frame spent the night in my car, enduring sub-freezing temps.
Here’s hopin’ it can live up to my expectations …
After 27 years, two months and three days of life, I’ve come to a very important conclusion: Orange juice from concentrate is not nearly as good as the real deal.
Because I’m in Denver at the SIA Show and my wonderful boyfriend is back in Boulder, I called him last night while walking from the convention center back to the hotel.
Mid conversation, I told him to hold on, I was going to go into the frozen yogurt shop I’d just walked by to snag a sample.
Five minutes later I got a text message that read: “I can’t believe it. You just hung up on me for fro yo.”
In my defense, I did tell him I’d call him back …
How come kangaroos got those sweet pouches on front of their bellies? They don’t really have anything to put in there! How useful would that have been for us human?
I answer: VERY!
I just cleaned my nasty bathroom (toilet, shower and all) in an effective procrastination plot.
I think that officially makes me an adult.