Close up

I locked our car key in the trunk 5 minutes before we were ready to leave my parents' house. For our hour-long drive home. A tow truck came and the guy used a fancy coat hanger to open the door. That was nice, but the release button for the trunk is in the trunk. I had to drive my parents' car back to Napa and return the following day with the spare key.

About a week or so earlier, I dropped my camera. Our beautiful, gifted camera. It hit the porch in just the right spot and the lens broke into 3 pieces.

These two stories are unrelated, other than they prove that I'm a klutz.

It was cheaper to buy a new camera lens than to send it out for repair. The new lens is sooooo nice and I can zoom in more and take close up pictures of drool.

and these beautiful blues,

And get the full scope of Nana-built couch forts.