I took pictures, but not nearly as many as I have in the past, and in some ways it makes me sad. I don't have a tangible memory of everything and everyone. If I don't have pictures of you, forgive me. It doesn't mean I don't love you. You're still there. In my mind. On the positive side of things, it probably means I was living the moments, instead of photographing them.
I'll post the few I have later, because its late and I have a buttload of catch up work to do. But there is one picture I have that sums up the fun, the stupidity, and the general togetherness that is bloggerdom.
Thanks to all who joined me in this small space. For all those who couldn't be here, we missed you. I wish I could have packed everyone of you in here for keeps! To Oh Captain, thanks for tolerating the back of my head in your crotch - it clearly made the picture better.
Let a mirrored ceiling in the bathroom at Lagasse's Stadium show you what a representative sample of good friends looks like in a small space.
Respectfully submitted,
The Wife
2 comments:
What a great picture!!
Perfection.
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