Excuses that rock

Well, here I am.

I'm late getting my self-portrait up this week. I have excuses because, you know, it's really not my fault.

And my picture just really isn't that cool this week. Ah well, can't win every time, I guess. It could have been better, but I didn't want you all to think that I truly am a monkey. Even though I am. See, I smashed my knee against the corner of our corn burner (who put that thing there?), so I was slightly crippled. It was instantly purple. My knee.



Right.

You want to hear my other excuses?

I know you do.

1. I was busy modifying an old diaper bag my most favorite faithful little backpack ever, converting it into a camera bag. I hand-stitched a double layer lining of an old towel that I should have thrown out years ago terry cloth for padding and covered that lining with super soft flannel. I am not a seamstress. At all. By some miracle, it turned out amazing. I am a rock star!

2. I escaped the house leaving a Grandma in charge (and a mostly intact yard), and ran far far away to the big city (not the BIG city) where I participated in the 2010 Scott Kelby Worldwide Photo Walk. It rocked.

3. I had to babysit a chameleon named Igor and a bearded dragon named Crusty Rusty. Igor has an attitude. He rocks.



4. My cockerel little baby rooster went missing, but he finally showed up today. I found him sitting on a wood pile in the barn like he had never been gone. Perhaps we will eat him after all... and then I will find out if the axe my parents gave me for Chrismas rocks.

5. There is a six foot deep moat entirely surrounding our home. It makes me wish we had a dragon. A big one, with an attitude like Igor's. And a draw-bridge. That would rock, because leaping over the moat is getting old in a hurry.



6. We have a mess. A really, really big one. Including piles of rocks.



The end.