WARNING: EXCESSIVELY EXORBITANT NUMBER OF BABY PICTURES WITHIN
At the end of the weekend, Adam Sandler asked me: "So what do you think of Matthew?"
"As far as babies go, he's pretty cool," I said. "He's super-cute, and I like how he was quiet in the car."
Last week, my mom informed me that the female reproductive system starts shutting down at age 27. Just in case I was starting to get worried about her potenital future grandchildren.
I wasn't.
Basically, I think I am a danger to babies because my life is too sharp, scalding and poisonous to humans under the age of 18. Or 21. And babies make everything slower, thus I need my camera to entertain me while strollers are folded and diaper bags refilled.
Baby talk aside, the weekend in LA was fun, punctuated by a virtual celebrity sighting (Bryan swears he saw Jeri Ryan, and she looked "pretty terrific"), dinner out on the town, and a failed attempt to visit a strip club. (The whole no-alcohol thing was a real deterrent.)
Oh and, I saw tumbleweeds for the very first time! (Please pretend you can see them in that picture.) We encountered a super-weird storm on the way home; on the way down we had no such luck so once again I played with my camera. Do you see a theme here?
I also find it pretty interesting that while I photographed this male derriere over the weekend, in a galaxy far, far away, Heather photographed this male derriere. Pretty interesting, indeed.
At the end of the weekend, Adam Sandler asked me: "So what do you think of Matthew?"
"As far as babies go, he's pretty cool," I said. "He's super-cute, and I like how he was quiet in the car."
Last week, my mom informed me that the female reproductive system starts shutting down at age 27. Just in case I was starting to get worried about her potenital future grandchildren.
I wasn't.
Basically, I think I am a danger to babies because my life is too sharp, scalding and poisonous to humans under the age of 18. Or 21. And babies make everything slower, thus I need my camera to entertain me while strollers are folded and diaper bags refilled.
Baby talk aside, the weekend in LA was fun, punctuated by a virtual celebrity sighting (Bryan swears he saw Jeri Ryan, and she looked "pretty terrific"), dinner out on the town, and a failed attempt to visit a strip club. (The whole no-alcohol thing was a real deterrent.)
Oh and, I saw tumbleweeds for the very first time! (Please pretend you can see them in that picture.) We encountered a super-weird storm on the way home; on the way down we had no such luck so once again I played with my camera. Do you see a theme here?
I also find it pretty interesting that while I photographed this male derriere over the weekend, in a galaxy far, far away, Heather photographed this male derriere. Pretty interesting, indeed.
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