So, I’ve been sitting here going through 500+ photos of the Hawaii trip — trying to narrow them down is turning out to be kind of a mammoth task. I volunteered to organize photos from five cameras, and the blog possibilities are endless and overwhelming at this late hour. Plus, Paranormal State’s coming on at midnight, and Deb at San Diego Momma is telling me I HAVE to watch.
To backtrack a little, you need to know my camera is broken. My dad lent me HIS camera for the trip, and when I went to download pics tonight, I found a bunch he took a few weeks ago at the county fair.
So, I’m posting the Bobo Photos.
You’ll see that first we hit the petting zoo. Which convinced me more than ever I MUST get MP a rabbit.
Then MP got her pilot’s license. NO, I am not Twittering in the backseat (although I saw this and that was my first HORRIFIED thought) — I’m trying to take a photo. I promise.
To miss the carousel would have been a travesty. I was so excited, my inner ape couldn’t contain herself. Holy monkey face. I’m lucky they didn’t make me a sideshow act.
Here we have a puzzling series of photos. Apparently Bobo forgot what I looked like?
It IS mother and child. I’ll give him that. Just not anyone he’s related to or remotely knows.
Wait. Is that kid flipping him off?
You’re getting warmer. See? I’m also wearing black. AND a hat.
I give up.