Sweatfest Swampfest was great. The Audubon Zoo is the perfect place to take cool pictures. I think it would be fun to have your engagement photos done there, but I'm 8 years too late with that brilliant idea. Thanks, brain. As a side note, the zoo is possibly not the best place for those of us with Super Smelling Powers. *gag* (You'd think that having ANY super power would be great, but this is just not the case.) Still, fun was had, crawfish was et.

This coming weekend is a big one- it's family reunion time. We start out Friday with the Young Folk and hit the State Fair in Jackson, MS. After a night of carnie lovin', we drive out to Leroy Percy Park where the rest of the family has set up in the cabin. We eat gobs of home cooking (oh THERE are those five pounds I lost!), and lug out the dominoes, horse-shoes, volleyballs, and cards. We also bring a bag of marshmellows for the alligators. (Since that's what they like, after all.) Actually, the alligator population is a bit creepy out there. A thousand glowing eyes staring at you across the lake at night can be a bit unnerving. And I won't even start on the mosquitos! Still, I am really looking forward to it. I'm still pushing for the "reunion t-shirts" but so far, no takers.

Let's see... what else? I am quite literally dying from the want of a digital camera. I get a twinge. A numbness. A twitch. When, oh when, will my parents get a new digital camera so I can inherit their old one???? Those new models are fantastic, Dad!! Don't you want one? You really need it. Seriously.

I keep thinking of the great photo ops I've had the last week or so, and I did use the old 35mm, but it's not blogger friendly. It's really not friendly in any way. And since the scanner is on the fritz (why do all my things hate me!!), my words remain imageless. Wah.

Sorry nothing provocative tonight. I've been going at it pretty hard this week and my brain is on autopilot. I don't know where we're going, I'm just sitting back with a gin and tonic until the flight is over.

That's all, folks. Yup. Show's over. You don't have to go home, but ya can't stay here.