sometimes it just can’t be foller’d
This weekend Hayden, Henry and I had a big ol’ shindig. We played video games and kicked around a soccer ball, and Hayden showed us his standup bass skills (had to learn for his high school music program), all while I took pictures of leaves.
WE’RE DORKS. (In other words, Hayden, jumping over a garbage can.)
And disposable cameras! The film in these was so much better than the crap I brought on my canoe trip. Such pretty colors! Oh my! These ones are mine.
I love this so much.
I wrote this short story at Hayden’s house to express our photo bonanza.
United once again, the trio makes their walk to the pharmacy. They plan to buy cameras – cheap disposables – to take pictures at the park. “We have to use all the film in an hour,” remarks Henry, wary of the group’s time. After purchasing three cameras and four Reeses Peanut Butter Lovers Peanut Butter Cups (four for two bucks, yo), they head over to the park.
Quickly, they begin taking photos of each other. Hayden, jumping over a capsized garbage can. Henry, candidly shot, staring emotionally to the distance. Spencer, frolicking like a child. “A five-year-old child,” Hayden adds. “We look back and he’s taking a picture of a leaf.”
Wanna peanut?
Twin towers.
Uuuuuggghh.
So surprised the fountain was on.
In addition we watched Slingblade, which made me want biscuits n’ gravy, which led to my discovery later that there is more the one type of gravy. WHO. KNEW. (also: talk about most unrecognizable halloween costume – Hey what are you? Oh Karl. Karl? Yeah..)
Wow I can’t believe I snapped at someone. (Henry didn’t break the toilet, by the way; it was already.) We so crazy.
Title: Grapes of Wrath.
