This is a perfect example of how not to take a close up photo of an egret stretching his wings. I was SO MAD when I uploaded this at home. ARGHHH, it was so close to being a super shot for me. I don't know what I am doing wrong. I want to blame my camera, but I can't. I need photography classes.
I wasn't going to tell this story, but in the hopes that it will make someone feel better today I will. I have a new car with a push button start. Last week at the doctor's office, I stepped out of my car and pushed the button lock on the door. One hour later, I walked back to my car, and the engine was running, with radio blasting. Yes, indeed, I left my car running the entire time I was in the doctor's office. This event tops my current memory problem of cleaning out the cat's litter box and not going back to take the scoop out of the litter or put the lid back in place til hours later. Katie, being...well...Katie...enjoys pooping on top of the scoop on the days that I do this. I suppose I should thank her for not making me actually scoop through the litter for it.
Random duh - I don't know why I keep buying the 8 packs of yogurt. I only want one, and then the other 7 stare at me every time I open the fridge door. Eventually, I will throw them out.
This stove One word. Want.
My husband's dog ate my grape and blueberry (4 yrs old! I can't EVEN!) plants. So, my beautiful grape arbors are going to be cucumber arbors, and Rocky has been warned. (Like that is going to solve the problem. Made me feel better, anyway. )