I walk around with a camera in my purse. In fact, most of us walk around with cameras in our pockets, cars, or clipped to the side of your jeans. Yeah, I just went THERE. I love the notion of being able to shoot my life in split seconds and carry mementos of my day. I was scrolling through a few photos this morning on my phone and I came across the following photos. Of my life. With my camera phone…

Here's Mr. Adorable cruising at sunset…he gets all the ladies…

Here are a set of chairs that made me laugh. I mean, what if you came to my house and you saw me and JD sitting in these chairs. Acting like THIS IS TOTALLY NORMAL. I'd likely sit with a goblet in one hand and a tofurkey leg in the other.

The view from my Chicago-ish hotel room. I was lonely.

My reaction to discovering a vegetarian meal was ordered for me at a recent wedding…

My Porkchop looking confused…like, WHERE'S YOUR LENS?!

This is a picture of the house we stayed in while in Tuscany. I have such fond memories. Except the shower. I felt like the Incredibly Hulk showering in such a tight space. Oh, and the bugs. Italian bugs don't mess around. They roll Mafia-style, attacking in flurries and at night. Our last evening in Tuscany I heard a bug buzzing through the room, so I woke JD. He said to ignore it. So what did I do? TURNED ON THE LIGHT. This then led to JD jumping on the bed with a hanger trying to smash The Godfather on our light fixture and me hiding in the closet. It was 2am. Fond memories indeed.

Happy Friday!