9.25.2010

White Rabbit

Well, here I am.

I've been at the library for 50 minutes of the 60 I allotted to put up a blog post, and my progress stands as follows:

1. I have checked the first few posts of one of my friend's blogs. JUST ONE!!!!

2. Through no lack of trying, I have thus far loaded zero snapshots for Shotsnaps. ZERO!!!!

3. I have been doggedly attempting to ignore the tender couple several yards away-- the only other people in the room-- who murmur wispy words to one another. My peripheral vision keeps functioning despite my orders for it to fall to China through a hole in the ground, so I am also privy to their strokes, smackings, etc. FALL TO CHINA THROUGH A HOLE IN THE GROUND!!!!

(This command serves for both my functioning peripheral vision and to the passionate couple.)

In the twelve minutes that remain to me before John and the girls come trucking to pack me up and away, I will keep my word and put up a post.

Please remember that even the weakest of posts is still a post.

Life is full, and I never come to the library, but I miss reading your blogs! Really, if we become inter-netted again, they are what will draw me back. I enjoy the diversion of all your words and pictures, displayed before my nosy nose, which is certainly a much more pleasant diversion than the couple on whom you can place the blame for the following lame post. (Which couple I believe has now been turned to stone. They are locked in a still and solid embrace from whence no sound comes forth. It's actually a little terrifying.)
Thanks, Medusa!
You come through every time...

***Kiley, there is no such thing as too many comments! I loved reading them all. And wheelbarrows of thanks to you, delurkers! It's fun to forge this tenuous connection to you five in other parts of the country and the world, and you rock for forcing me off my duff. (No, you do not count, *Cate* and Warner, because I already knew you occasionally read, and, yes, my rules for delurkers are ill-defined.) I will find the skittish Internet again soon to respond to everyone's comments, even if I have to overturn every boulder in the woods.

Very Truly and Everlastingly Yours,

CommentHog

Slapped on with a Gluestick...

...because John just called from the parking lot.

My chariot awaits!
















Answer


"Nearly potty-trained" is the official explanation. (More truthful and telling, though, she just likes to be nekkid.)

Wilted

My cousin Lorin was sweet enough ask all three of these girls to toss flowers in her wedding this summer. I didn't take any pictures during the wedding because I left my camera at home. It follows that I also didn't take any pictures during the reception because I left my camera at home. Even though we only live five minutes away from both of these locations, I chose to enjoy the moment rather than drive home to get it.

But after the reception, as I was helping clean off tables, I picked up my bag, and, you guessed it!
I strike again in all my dazzling splendor.
I had my camera the entire time.


So here are two soiled snapshots of some rumpled flowergirls at the tail end of the day. More later.




Pavlov's Dog

D'y'ever HAVE to do something, and nothing can stop you?

...like take two grainy, ill-lit pictures of your Pipsqueak just because she exists?

....and then share them with the Internet folks who thought they might see some bits of loveliness today?

....but who instead get two grainy, ill-lit pictures of a Pipsqueak just because she exists?


No?!

Hm. How about that.




Socialize Them


We had a sleepover for the big girl cousins (eleven girls!), and I drove us all to the county fair the next morning. Shown are three set of twins and one odd Bird.