Do you have a photo of the first time your toes touched the Pacific Ocean?
Bet you don’t.
Do you have a photo of the first time your toes touched the Pacific Ocean?
Bet you don’t.
The bathroom is far from finished, but for the first time since Memorial Day…
Imma gonna sleep in me own bed!
Hoooooraaaaaaay!!!!!
I once worked for a woman who said there was an occasion where she got so mad at someone that she literally saw red. I’m not there yet, but damn it I am close.
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From the Smithsonian in Washington, DC. This saxophone belonged to the future first husband of the United States of America.
Unless Bernie Sanders mania catches fire, that is.
The other day I started pulling all of my Flickr photos down from the web to create a backup on an external drive. I also decided to created a back up to the back up by moving everything into the new Google Photos. The process is slow and painful because Flickr’s new download function is slow and painful, but it has allowed me to uncover a few forgotten gems, like this little guy from our Honeymoon stop in Washington, DC.