My wife often takes pictures of her feet. Anytime we're someplace 'important', I think she feels the need. I interpret it as something like, "I was here...at this time, I was firmly rooted to this piece of earth."
Years ago my girlfriend was at some sort of extracurricular camp where the girls all bunked together in big rooms. She and all the other young ladies had lots of those disposable film cameras (which were new at the time) taking photos of their time away from home. Once everyone had returned from camp and had the film developed they discovered the photos included close-up pics of a guy (at least the photos indicated a guy), alone in the big common room, with his schlong inserted into various intimates rifled from overnight bags. It was a huge scandal, and a lesson: don't leave your camera where someone else might pick it up and click away.
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How'd that get in here?
I knew by the boring shoes that you didn't take it.
Species tulips are the best!
My wife often takes pictures of her feet. Anytime we're someplace 'important', I think she feels the need. I interpret it as something like, "I was here...at this time, I was firmly rooted to this piece of earth."
Years ago my girlfriend was at some sort of extracurricular camp where the girls all bunked together in big rooms. She and all the other young ladies had lots of those disposable film cameras (which were new at the time) taking photos of their time away from home. Once everyone had returned from camp and had the film developed they discovered the photos included close-up pics of a guy (at least the photos indicated a guy), alone in the big common room, with his schlong inserted into various intimates rifled from overnight bags. It was a huge scandal, and a lesson: don't leave your camera where someone else might pick it up and click away.
If you lived here, you'd have tulips by now.
Even house plants want to get
Out Out Out
Into the fresh air --
Dammit!
Tulips from Meade? He knows how to treat a lover. Best wishes to you, Madame, on your impending nuptials.
Love after 50 is wonderful....
For Ann and Meade:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6B7MFIlgWk&feature=related
Although going by Meade's profile pants, I should find a Ramones song?
Cool. Wow. You're welcome.
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