The twins are .5 years old. Somehow this resulted in me getting a new camera. I know. Ipods, cameras, monorails! How do we afford such luxury? Two words: baby wrestling.
Strictly local circuit for now, but look at that technique and tell me you don't see dollar signs.
I know I promised not to post pictures here unless I drew them, but since I'm not technically 'employed' and don't have an 'office' or do any 'work', (what can I say? The girls just drink and wrestle all day and I'm easily influenced) I don't get the chance to hang pictures of my family like you. But if I had a desk, this is the family photo I would keep on it. So for today only internet, you are my desk.
A year ago I didn't really think I was the photo on the desk type.
Five months ago, if I had a desk I'd have been hiding under it to escape these monsters, not covering it with their pictures.
But today, with six months gone in what seems like the blink of an eye, I suddenly feel like a 4x6 in the corner wouldn't do. I'd want this thing poster size, right behind my head.
That's pretty much exactly the scenario that I used to be afraid of: getting married, having kids, and becoming just like everyone else; another idiot with his kids on the desk/wall.
But despite the fact that all that's come to pass, right down to this photo on my shiny new imaginary internet desk, when I look at it, not only do I not feel like everyone else, I'm not sure I've ever seen anything that's made me feel more like myself.
Anyway, as long as I've got an imaginary office for the day, I'm gonna grab a donut, make a few copies of my butt.
Happy half birthday kids.
p.s. Did you notice that I snuck a colon and a semi-colon (and then the hyphen in semi-colon) into the post? That's called WRITING my friends. They aren't just giving these desks away.
3 comments:
You even snuck the colon and semi-colon in the same sentence! That is writing excellence. Props.
Cute babies!
*Love* the pic! Can't believe how big they're getting!
This is a great bblog
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