I have always been prone to obsessively photograph things. My son accused me of being ‘snap happy’ this weekend. (what? photographing three string mops against the wall outside the camp dining room is odd to you? You will eat those words when that shot appears here and you love it).
I need to always carry a camera with me because when I don’t, I am disappointed. I think, “What a great shot! Why didn’t I carry a camera?” (or as a producer friend used to say, “Amy, that is not a shot, that is real life”).
My poor husband. We have been on the road every weekend this summer and I am always shouting, “Wait! Stop, I have to get that shot”. That is almost as annoying as the fact that my bladder has a 2 hour shelf-life in the car. All that aside, I really am alot of fun on a road trip.
Back to the photo above. What the hell is this area used for? (Please feel free to speculate in the comments section) “Will everyone riding in the car with a woman they are paying to have sex with please check in at the Escort Area“.
Could this have been a final piece of Spitzer legislation? Ok, cheap shot but it was a great wrap up for this ridiculous post.
i could cry but i don't have time 