You know, if I felt at all attractive, having my picture taken for half an hour might be fun. There are people the camera loves, they look better on film than they do in real life. I’m not one of those people. So we can only hope that the photographer will be kind and pick something flattering from the 20 or 30 (or 40 or 50) shots she took. I mean ONE of them must be good, right?
Junior was supposed to be in the picture so people could focus on that cute little face and not mine, but he could NOT sit still, and then he decided he wanted to finish eating and watching television. Danged kid. Left me high and dry.
Okay, so it’s done. No more worrying about it. Maybe they won’t use the story. I forgot to mention to the reporter that the site was featured in a scholarly paper that was published in the Journal of the Mundane. That’s one of my favorite claims to fame to date. If I have to be mundane, I want to be textbook perfect at it.
Oh, and before I forget (as if I could) I am purposely not going to talk about the space shuttle Columbia right now. It’s a horrible, horrible tragedy, and I don’t think I need to add to the bandwidth on this one. My prayers are with the friends and families of those we lost today.
