I'm feeling boatloads of pain today, and my photography skills show it. Also, Fetpak sent me black easels instead of the grey ones I ordered, so photographing them is hard. In person everything looks pretty darned nice. (Because you all know I'd be ripping it to shreds and remaking the stuff if it didn't)
Now all I have to do it write my blurbs and attach them to the backs of the easels. That'll have to wait for tomorrow. I took my pain meds, and I'm a little loopy. Earlier this evening I called my brother all pissed and yelling at him. His crime: I dreamed he locked Sophie on the back porch of the house we lived in when we were toddlers.
What is wrong with this picture? Well, first and foremost, I dreamt it, my brother didn't DO anything. Second, he hates dogs and I'd never have him babysit Sophie. Third, we haven't lived in that house in 35 years. Fourth, the porch in the dream is no longer on the house: it was replaced by a fire escape. (And a good thing, too. That porch was a deathtrap)
Fortunately my brother has a good sense of humor, told me that I was "cracked out," and evilly laughed as he offered to watch the little dog for the weekend. I reminded him of the time he got a previous little dog stinking drunk (he thought it was funny. It was not) and told him that it would be a cold day in Hell before I'd let him near the little canine members of my family. He's still laughing at me.
Oh yeah, the pictures. I told you guys I was loopy:
The album is October Photos. Enjoy.
Kath, glad she doesn't need to drive anywhere right now.