Do you ever have those weekends when you’re a flurry of activity and you had your camera with you all weekend and you’re sure you preserved lots of memories on film (or memory card, as it were) only to turn on your camera Monday morning to find 2 pictures?
Yeah, me neither.
This weekend I took 3.
Photo #1: These were the seats that my friend, John, graciously gifted me to the Cubs/Reds game on Friday:
Not bad, huh? For perspective- I’m pretty sure these are the best seats I’ve ever [legally] sat in at Wrigley. Cubs tickets can be a hot commodity, no matter what the haters say.
Photo #2: A picture of me and aforementioned friend, John. I believe I thought a photo of the two of us was an appropriate thank you for the ticket.
He may or may not agree.
Photo #3: In case we didn’t catch the view adequately the first time.
I also took a picture of the butt of my car last week:
There’s rust (or something very similar to rust) leaking from the ceiling of my parking garage ONTO my car. I’m seriously praying that property management makes haste on this one because my car is sick of wearing a diaper made of paper towel every time I park it for the night.
Oh, and I even took a photo of FOOD recently!
Ok, that’s not me.
And it’s a corndog, what of it?
The point is, I miss Catherine.
Cat, come home. We need you more than Australia does.
They’ve got Hugh Jackman and Vegemite, they’ll be fine.
Plus, it’s actually summer here.
And the toilets flush the right way.
These are the things that keep me up at night and the camera out of my hand.