But I forced myself to go to sleep, which wasn't all that restful. And for once, I can't blame the 6-pound being who currently resides in my midsection.
I couldn't stop dreaming about my camera.
Aaaaand ... drumroll please ... the first batch of photos!
are HIGH-QUALITY and boring. And that TOTALLY makes a difference.
Poor Toby got more pictures taken of him today
than Brittany Spears on a Starbucks run.
Oh. My. God. I am officially in love with this camera.
Water droplets on a weed in my backyard. Because I can.
Our last two surviving roses.
Vine attempting to take over our fence.
Our perfect Pennsylvania pumpkins. (No. 2 producer in the country!)
The note I left for Jerry this morning. He is interviewing a
Playboy bunny who he says has a horse face.
Sign I got at an antique store that hangs above our stove.
These guys sit on our windowsill.
And, to me, this shot singlehandedly paid for the camera.
Toby, in his favorite spot, hanging out by the spare room window.