Me and the sun. . .
we're besties. Happiness and sun are interconnected for me.
And since the sun hasn't showed it's face here in days, I thought I'd live vicariously.
See, Tracy's having a photo party,
and this was one I definitely didn't want to miss.
Even if my sunflare abilities might be a tad lacking.
But there's just something so. . . je ne sais quoi about sunflare, n'est pas?
I mean, the sun high up in a blue sky?
Makes me forget about that frigid December morning and my ice cold fingers.
And a crowded amusement park with lotsa trashy people? (if you are in this picture I DIDN'T MEAN YOU. I meant, um, everyone else. . . )
Pure.Summer.Magic, people. Magic.
A trip where my kids were brats, went to bed hours late, and woke up at the butt crack of dawn?
Nah. The whole trip was purrrfect. The picture shows so.
So much junk food eaten and spin-y rides taken that the 6 year old puked half the night afterward?
Pshaw. No, it must have been perfectly enchanting for everyone. 'S what I love about pictures-- remember what you want and leave the rest.
Sigh. Yep. I'm ready for a real spring.
Garden's ready, too. In my neck of the woods, mother nature deserves a kick to the throat.
But that's just me.
Now where's my hoodie and long johns?