Can I take yo pitcha?

I had this huge post in which I wrote a lot of stuff that made me feel so much better. But I knew the second I hit "publish post" I would regret putting it out there for the world to see, so instead? I printed it out and hid it inside Michael's gun safe. I feel so much better now! Thanks high school typing teacher for showing me the proper way to type so that I could type it faster than I could hand write it and thanks English teachers of my past for teaching me proper punctuation and thanks Mom for teaching me that even though I want to tell everyone how disappointed I am in the recent decline in nail polish sales, no one else really wants to hear about it.
So, um, on to the explanation of the above photo. My good friend Loni and I took our kids to a super fun science museum and on the way home we got a little silly with the picture taking. We tried, like, 9 times to get a good shot of both her and I together using the self portrait option. It really sucks when 9 times out of 9, you don't get one good shot of yourself but all of them are fabulous of your friend. Anyways-a, I saw this truck of young-ish men passing us and they had been staring us down so when they came up beside us to pass, I waved and smiled reeeeeeally big and then I took a picture. I'm sure he thought I was a little cuckoo, but oh the look on his face was priceless. I imagine him saying, "What the fire is that lady in the yellow shirt taking a picture of me for? All we wanted to do was check to see if they were hot and see why they had 8 kids piled in the back of their van."

Hehehe.

I stopped laughing when I took this next shot of me and Loni.