Saturday, May 14, 2011

Vacation 2.0

I'm going to just put this out there. Maybe if I say it super fast, it won't sound


Oh, you think I'm playing.

I wouldn't dream of it.

He's like, totally got a thing for me, or something.

So obvious.

(I hope he asks me out.)

This one? I like it.

Going in to this trip, I knew we would have a situation on our hands. There is just one beastly camera in this family. There are two picture-takerers.

Of course, the beast belongs to him, technically speaking, so I very happily and willingly kissed up to the point-and-shoot for 4 days. We got on like old Irish drinking buddies. Or something.

In order to add a little pizazz, I thereby did so solemenly swear that I would take all photos using the "nostalgic" mode on the dial.

Approximately three shots in, I doubted my course of action.

But I am nothing if not belligerent resolute.

In the end, I was quite pleased with the effect.

Isn't he dreamy when he's nostalgic?

He's dreamy, alright.

And not just because he took me to:

not one...

not two...

but three - THREE! thrift stores.

Oh, you've never known such thrift candy.

As you can tell, it put me in a most contemplative state.

I eventually pulled myself from the grip of thrift-store overload and walked out with a small pile of pure magic.

This $0.50 frame made the trip back home, baby.

Also? I'm wearing my sunglasses inside because I was too lazy to put on make-up.

One step away, my friends.

One teeny, tiny step away.

Make that half a step.

Being thrust back into our real world has proved interesting. I tried to prepare for it. I'm the girl who's a little sad the night before vacation because I know I'll be back home from vacation in 5 days. And I haven't even left my house yet.

Yep. I'm her.

But we did return to some biggish stuff. And a side-car of hormones.

For the record: If I have to clean my house for one more showing with 3 short-stacks underfoot only to hear, "They loved the house! Very cute! Their house is not on the market yet." well, I'll...I' something drastic. I'm not sure what yet, but I'll keep you posted.

In the meantime, I console myself with the knowledge that my humble camera captured the elusive Pelican-With-Sunset.

Nostalgic Cory and the Beast are still spitting mad.

I feel like I should stop talking about vacation, but I'm just not ready yet. Because this was my view whilst watching Bethenny in the late afternoon light.

And that means something to me.

Miss you, Beth.

Miss you real bad.

Version 3.0 drops sometime tomorrow, then I'll let you get back to your regularly scheduled lives. Prepare thyselves.

And remember the promise you made me before I left? To keep me abreast on what I missed while I was gone? Well, you've officially got the floor. I'm all ears. Literally. If you don't believe me, ask the kid who called me Dumbo in the 2nd grade.