I wrote quite a lot of nicely arranged words about how we record our holidays with beautiful photos selected from bunches of crappy ones. I wrote about how I dyed (not 'colored') my hair today. I wrote more words about rocking out to Korn in the bathroom.
But Blogger ate it all.
I could try to recreate it, but my drink is gone and it's thirty minutes after midnight and I'm really, really tired.
So possibly this entry is about appreciating the poetry of words while accepting that sometimes we just have to take the laundry list and move on.
That said, I've posted a couple of nicely composed photos and some of the ones that helped make those possible.
So the gist of what I wrote was:
I dyed my hair red today.
Old people like to rock out, e.g. Slayer. (or, I remember college)
and
Possibly, our throw-away photos are the ones that tell the real stories.
