the smack factor

Because they were. and they are. Because I don’t have any troubles, so there!  I finished going through the over 100 shots I took at shefactor’s rehearsal dinner.  Which also proves its impossible for me to leave any event big or small without taking at least 100 pictures.  I need to practice self control because it only elongates my “turn around” in the end.  But you just never know what you’ll find in a frame, know what I mean?  Anyway, I narrowed it down to a good 70-80, and they’re done.  Now I have about 200 more from the wedding and all the hotel debauchery, which are REALLY fun pictures.  Look out shefactor, I think we’ve got a new facebook profile photo with a cowboy hat.  Rrrararrrawwwr.

Anyway, I had some seriously post apocalyptic nightmares last night.  Hold on, I need to make some coffee, I can’t go without.  Nevermind, I didn’t make any.  I want to try and survive without it.  Work will be the true test.  So anyway, dream last night:  The world was rebuilding because of some reason and I was in a wooded neighborhood that looked a lot like Royal Oak MI, but more expanded.  OK nothing like it, there were huge marshes and giant yards that wound around homes like plantations.   The word on the street was, there was a HUGE human eating Boa Constrictor (not Anaconda ) that was ruling the earth, but now weapons had been perfected.  Because of this, the people were a lot less fearless and more curious.  I was riding bikes with my youngest sister (who’s 19) and we saw a HUGE mass of people gathering around a tree (now, mind you, we’re riding bikes through bodies, pieces of homes, burnt up hamsters and such).  People are takingphotos and one idiot has a stick.  There’s a rustling up there.

Suddenly, this huge glistening snake is just pouring down the tree, whacking each limb with it’s huge body.  My sister and I take off, screaming, and then really quiet because we don’t want the stupid snake to see us.   We run up to the 3rd floor of the home we’re camping out in and someone’s mom was there too – with a black lab.  We scrambled into the closet after locking the bedroom door and propping stuff against it.  But the door was like… those sliding closet doors that aren’t tall enough, so they lean and leave gaps.  Not big enough for a hugeongus snake, but still.  The dog tried to push in, and broke one of the doors, but we seemed confident that because the snake didnt’ have arms, he couldn’t get in.  We saw him slither back and forth behind the bedroom door and even once he inched his face in and flicked his tongue out.  The dog went up to investigate and we all freaked out.

Then, after waiting forever and not hearing any helicopters and stuff, we thought “Well, he’s probably gone.” and my sister took the dog downstairs, the mom got on the computer(huh) and I just sat in the closet like “WTF just happened?”