It’s a sad fact of my life that when I’m actually, you know, doing stuff, I don’t have the time to write about it, and I usually forget to photograph it, too. I will never be one of those people who whips out their camera in a restaurant to photograph their food, for instance, partly because I can’t imagine anything more boring than photos of food, but also because I’m too busy eating it. And talking. And talking while eating. Oh, and WINE.
What was I saying?
Oh, yeah: when I actually do interesting things, I don’t really take photos of them, and I don’t always blog about them either, because there is just so much to say, and I get all overwhelmed. Also, I don’t ever post photos of my friends on the Internets, because I am all about respecting people’s privacy and not exposing them to strange comments about their hair or whatever. And then, when absolutely nothing of interest happens, I document it exhaustively, and refuse to shut up about it. Life isn’t fair, is it?
This is all my long-winded way of saying that while we had a fabulous weekend with Stephanie, Nick and Dylan, instead of blogging about that, today I’m just going to show you a bunch of photos of that time Terry and I went for a walk with the dog last week. Back in the summer. The summer of ’12: how we will always remember it, and talk about it, oh wonderful summer it was! Also, I wore clothes. Go me!
This frog is following us. We came across one just like it in Edinburgh last weekend – it actually jumped onto my foot as I was walking along, minding my own business – and then exactly the same thing happened with this one, just a few days later, out in the country near our house. So now I’m convinced that it’s the SAME FROG, and it’s actually a prince, and it has some kind of message for me that I just haven’t been able to decode yet. Just to be on the safe side, I’ve been working under the assumption that the message is “BUY DRESSES”. But it might also be “BUY SHOES”: you just never really know with frogs. I mean, we all know what happens when you kiss a frog, but but what if you (accidentally) kick a frog? What if you do it twice?
And this week the forecast is for snow. Awesome.
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