Tuesday. Home alone. Why can’t I entertain myself?

Britto- 

So, I’ve been watching this show High School Confidential.  It’s a documentary about a group of girls in a high school around Overland Park, KS.  It was filmed over 4 years….their freshman through senior year.  I’m hooked.  Don’t know why.  I have a real live one here at home.  You’d think that I have enough teenage angst around here to keep me busy. 

That’s all.  Just thought I would share.

So, my mom’s new big-girl clothes are in the dryer.  Just 30 more minutes till I can get to snapping (literally).  In the meantime, I’m gonna crack open one of these picture boxes.  Prepare yourself for more emails. 

Speaking of pics, did you see the one of me, Kirsta and Bob Kerry on flickr?  It was printed in the Kearney paper, so you know, I’m basically famous.

I can’t wait to see the pics that arrive in the mail this week.  Little Deakie Lee, awww.  If I run across any more photobooth pics, I am just going to mail them to you.  This way we can keep them all together.  Once we do Chi-town photobooths, we can put them together and maybe make some sort of masthead/background for our blog, eh?  Or cement them into something permanent?  Or make t-shirts, mousepads, and mugs at Walgreens.  Or….I could go on forever. 

On the Chicago itinerary, I think we should try to do some photoboothing on Friday too.  I know the girls will be pooped from IKEA, but after a couple of shorties I’m sure you and I can drum up the energy.  Right?  I almost think we should map out the photobooths in relation to where we are on all of the days.  Maybe stop in one on Pride?  The more photoboothing the better.  Could I say photobooth more?  I sound like rain man.

Love, fer