I read so many blogs and I love all of them, and for the most part all of them include lots and lots of pictures. I always love the pictures, and then I think, Maria! Photos! Join the club! And then I take my phone out to take a picture and I think... why on earth would this be interesting?
I suppose intrinsic in blogging is the belief that someone somewhere kinda does care about you. About your stuff. Maybe that makes bloggers terrible people. I can't figure that out. I mean, I know I'm terrible. But are all of us? I need a glass of wine.
Meanwhile, please look at all of my pictures with a little feigned interest, ok? Leave a comment and I'll spend at least 10 full seconds thinking about you. (Am I doing this right?)
Beautiful sunset on Tuesday, behind the masterpiece of the modern auto industry.
AaronMichael forcing me to plot the destruction of his phone after we demolished our pitas and that plate of hummus.
SHUT UP HI
New running shoes to commemorate my Return to the Treadmill.
It's just wrong. (But Julia - Joe's girlfriend - is gorgeous as always. Miss these pumpkins.)
Happy Weekending, nerds.