Monday was a day filled with errands, including a haircut, groceries, Petco, the dry cleaners, and various stops in the mall. I thought for sure I had failed the photo-a-day challenge barely a week in, until I remembered that I took a few dorky self portraits on my phone while sitting in traffic in a vain attempt to capture my new haircut.
PS: HTC Incredible, for having an 8mp camera, you sure do a crappy job. How many months until my iPhone upgrade?
PPS (or is it PSS?): Sorry for hurting your feelings, HTC Incredible. You’ve been a good phone. *pats*
Long day at work Tuesday; just had to prove my previous comment that Jed doesn’t like to share his chair. Rude, Smooch. Rude.
Wednesday was a beautiful fall day here in WNY…oh, wait. Well, at any rate it was warm enough for the chickens to get out and explore. The girls are in the background, up by the road, but our rooster was being a good rooster and coming to check me out and assess the situation for danger. He found it…what you don’t see is Smooch, directly beneath where I’m crouched with the camera, purring and violently smashing into my arm looking to be petted. This is the best shot I was able to get before Mr. Rooster lost interest and went back to the barn.
In a somewhat drastic turn of events, this was my view for most of Thursday, and consequently, I was a Lazy Piece of Crap (TM) for much of the day. I did a little cleaning and a little running, but mostly watched TV and surfed the web. The afternoon cleared up enough, though, for me to catch this little guy at the suet feeder…
I ordered a great little zoom lens this morning for my camera (the Canon EF-S 55-250); I can’t wait until it gets here so I can take better bird/wildlife shots! My sister-in-law has the lens and I got to play with it some in Ohio, which led to a bad case of lens envy, hence this morning’s order. #noselfcontrol
Friday was another long day at work. When I got home, Tom had (mostly) prepared us a dinner of steak and mashed potatoes. Well, he cooked the potatoes and put me in charge of mashing them. I can handle mashing. Apparently, though, someone else thought it was HIS dinnertime, too. Don’t stare directly into his eyes. I’m warning you, just don’t do it. “Feed meee…”
More later. Work time nao.
