My mom came to visit this past weekend with my sister. Behold, the only photo on Facebook where we even look kind of the same, and it's all due to our beefy fucking muscular trunks of legs:
These pics were taken nearly a year ago, but they're the last pictures I've taken of myself, and I've just now been able to get them off my camera. I lost the camera for a few months, then the USB cord went out, and I didn't have an SD card reader. But I got one of those new computers that does fancy things like read memory cards.
I was trying to get photographic evidence of my gray hair. It almost worked.
I didn't mean to start this today. I even took a picture a few days ago. But I failed to follow it up so I decided to scrap it and try again. Today it worked out. Hit the marks, got the flickr account running, downloaded then uploaded the image. All set. It's only an accident that it happened on Ash Wednesday. *shrug*
I've known for ages that I was gaining weight. For the last several months it's been at a really obnoxious point where I can't hide it away and I can't fit into my best clothes. It's... I can't even say I hate it, though I'm far from used to it. It's the state of things. That's what it is. The state of things. States change, don't they? oh god...
So I says to the Dude, "I wanna make with the pictures but my eyes are being shitty." So he says "Sunglasses." And I say "and nothing else?" And he made a whoo hoo sound, so I guess this is right. I dunno. I am not good at this sort of thing. Am I doing it right?
This bit of insanity is brought to you by sleep deprivation.
I guess I shall give up now on my plan to fake snow my entire patio and the whipped cream undergarment idea. He will probably point out that he was posing like that after throwing a baby, and we will look closer and see a frantically flailing infant in the background. Yes, I was too busy looking at him to notice flying blubberfactories.
I am inclined to demand you send me money/alcohol/drugs not to 'do a Taphead'. I suspect i'd just end up with another bucket or two of wriggling wildlife though, so i shan't.