I love taking the pictures. And I love writing about the pictures.
But, sometimes there is nothing to write about. It's just the picture.
Sometimes there is no story.
And now, enough people are telling me that they enjoy reading the stories, that I'm feeling kind of pressured to keep it up. Even when there is no story.
So, I'm sorry. No story on this one.
No. There isn't one.
Look...Hate to break it to ya', but not everything....
Fine.
Once upon a time a little girl put on her bathing suit and went to the pool and her mom made her stop on the steps when she was getting in so she could take a picture of the swirly curls on her shoulder. The end.
Happy now?....
Well, I'm pretty sure I said there wasn't a story.
This is for my photo group. We're not a bunch of writers, you know....
Learn to accept what's given to you. Why do you have to be so demanding all the time?
Just step off, George!
I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. You've always been really sweet to me, and I appreciate that.
I'm just feeling a lot of pressure. To be funny or something.
And I'm not feeling funny. My coffee pot leaked all over my counter this morning, so I had to wait an extra 7 minutes to have a cup, and it's kind of gone to my head.
I love you for understanding. That's why we're such good friends.









