I was just reading some old posts from June 2007 and June 2008. I was looking to see if I ever posted a photo of the shirt I wore to the relay for life walk. Our team was called Got Wine? (like the milk commercial) and people had their panties in a wad that I made shirts for the kids to wear too. Oh people! Don't they know that kids drink beer? pshaw. I was hoping for a photos of the shirts, but no such luck. I didn't even mention it in 2008 because it was right after mom's funeral. I did do a nice little photo spread in 2007 if anyone feels like going back and looking.
Yesterday, despite Evan's dripping with condescension remark "photographer" I allowed him to escort me to the woods and help me out by holding a white backdrop (otherwise known as old white sheet) behind some stuff I wanted to photograph. It's basically gnarly old tree roots and the interesting thing is that both Matt and my school friend upon receiving the photos without explanation thought I was photographing bats, though Matt who knows me better thought I had photographed a bat corpse. (I do have one, I just haven't photographed it) It's so interesting how when you remove something from it's environment it becomes unrecognizable. I'm excited about this experiment. I think it's a keeper.
Poor sweet Josh baby is sick as a dog. He has a fever and I stupidly did not think it might be strep throat, even though strep throat seems to be the one thing he is susceptible to. I will take him tomorrow for a test. In the mean time I am just babying the poor guy. It's kind of strange when Josh gets sick because he has such a lovely disposition that he doesn't seem sick even though he is burning up and looks like he hasn't slept in a month. I love that kid.
The people who haven't graduated yet from my alma matter are in Germany for their spring session right now. Since I forgot how miserable the spring weather can be in Berlin this time of year I am kind of fantasizing that I have the kind of life where I can hop on a plane and show up and say HI to everyone and then do the fun touristy stuff and not be sitting a room and be psychologically torn to shreds by the sadistic program director and his lackey. Also, last year they made us stay in a dumpy hotel and I see that they are staying there again this year. Poor students! But the lackey put a photo of something from his mini bar on Instagram, so you know there are at least legitimate mini bar type hotels close enough. I will not miss those hotels they made us stay in!!
Since I am mostly incoherent after my day of complete inactivity and total worry, I will thank you for reading this far and release you from your misery. Go read something funny!