Effing Editing

I have just begun to delve into these photos from the wedding. And can i just say.
If I find one more where some random groomsman is looking at the FOREST instead of at me
I will personally hunt him down and bring regret, deep abiding regret, to his life FOREVER
for that moment when he chose to not look at the fucking camera.

Surprise

I tend to feel more positive in the mornings, but:
This morning I got up, fan whirring over my head
went and got my shoes
opened the door and went outside
kinda misty out there and I got my watering buckets
watered the flowers and the basil and the potatoes and the succulents
then out to the garden and I watered the peppers and the tomatoes
and the watermelon and cantaloupe
and the squash, several squashes
I used one bucket to put raspberries in and there were so many, again
Patrick finally showed up and I said hi, hey there, bastard cat (affection)
and we went in and made coffee and opened a new box of cheerios and
new milk, and i had raspberries and cheerios and he had dry particles
and i have wdvx turned  up pretty loud
and a keep looking over at my painting yet to be painted but with some
serious background already done
and I am successfully not thinking about money
or Africa, school or men, or even KUB for that matter
thank god
and the coffee is really good, so.