laundry
dishes
mail on the table
things piling up
leaks
leaning toilet
dad by nine
things falling down
mom on her i-phone, i-pad, i – i – i
I make dinner for myself
empty fridge, fruits and vegetables are for farm heroes.
save candy crush for dessert.
trip over musty towels, bang my head on rusty washer.
still no clean clothes in the dryer.
saving pets is more humane. baseball practice tomorrow.
a fruit cup with a bowl of lucky charms.
Lucky me.
This weeks photo challenge is Kiss
I had almost decided to pass on the weeks photo challenge but Sunday some of the family were standing around watching Cameron retrieve a tennis ball from the roof (yeah, that’s how we play) and the idea struck me. “Hey! Y’all start kissing” I said as I readied my camera. Of course they all gave me a wary look and mumbled amongst themselves with lifted eyebrows. “It is for this week’s photo challenge” I explained. They sighed a unified ohhh, stepped back a few feet and crossed their arms. I think I would have gotten better results if the challenge had been show me your naked butt. I considered using the kiss and make up card but there was no circumstance to warrant such harsh punishment. I was left with nothing but kiss my… when Cameron (now off of the roof) went in to action. He is my partner in pictures and has helped me more than once with a photo challenge. We all know he loves to take pictures but [hApPy dance] he also takes direction well. “Work it Cam. Worrrkk it.”
Surprise surprise surprise! The infamous words of Gomer Pyle echo in my memory but to my own surprise they don’t annoy me like they did some forty years ago. That is probably because I have matured just a little. I am no longer burdened with the need to be cool and now find myself longing for a simpler time, an era where trust and naivety could walk freely among crowds, if there ever was such a time. Maybe there was and it rests on a reel of black and white film stored somewhere in sunny California?
Or in a box of old photographs in Texas…
Or under a live oak tree with a tire swing…
Or maybe, just maybe in a little dog’s dreams of Christmas.
I wouldn’t be surprised if all of the above are true.
This weeks photo challenge is (you guessed it) SURPRISE.
The Real Janna Hill in 