The second best way to remember an event is through pictures. A friend of mine always says, “Pic’s or it didn’t happen” meaning no pictures..no proof. Take for instance the picture I have of Manfriend jazzed about Kombucha.
Proof: Manfriend drinking fermented tea.
You mean he cooks, cleans, sew’s, AND likes the same fermented, sea growing beverage that I do? I almost wouldn’t believe his excitement without this photographic proof.
I was ninja sniped making a fool of myself in public while at dinner. This next picture proves that: A. I lack the portion of my brain that says, “You look like an idiot and people are staring.” and B. I am uber obsessed with my Christmas ring and wear it 29848964396 hours a day.
Proof: I take on challenges of all shapes and sizes.
Trying to get the shortened straw out of the glass with only your mouth. I succeeded.
Manfriend and I are running our second 5K together on January first. The Seattle Resolution Run will consist of running 3.1 miles, followed by the option of jumping into Lake Washington for the Polar Bear Dive. We are taking the plunge. Pictures to follow for the proof that we submerged our bodies into the freezing water. I almost forget that I have started the race running trend. It’s pictures like this next one that remind me. Proof is written across the photo. Proof that I am as pale as a ghost in the morning light, proof that Manfriend and I oddly have the same stride, and proof that at this point in the race I was wishing that I was riding on that tractor in the background..or the wheelchair.
Proof: I payed to run.
This next picture has no proof behind it whatsoever, except for the fact that I wanted a picture of Manfriend in his Christmas kicks.
Proof: When you wish upon a star, you will one day meet your childhood loves.
Proof: Nimble like a jungle cat.
Took about 2 seconds to conquer this cat palace!
Enough random for one day.
The second best way to remember an event is through pictures. A friend of mine always says, “Pic’s or it didn’t happen” meaning no pictures..no proof. Take for instance the picture I have of Manfriend jazzed about Kombucha.
Proof: Manfriend drinking fermented tea.
I was ninja sniped making a fool of myself in public while at dinner. This next picture proves that: A. I lack the portion of my brain that says, “You look like an idiot and people are staring.” and B. I am uber obsessed with my Christmas ring and wear it 29848964396 hours a day.
Proof: I take on challenges of all shapes and sizes.
Trying to get the shortened straw out of the glass with only your mouth. I succeeded.
Manfriend and I are running our second 5K together on January first. The Seattle Resolution Run will consist of running 3.1 miles, followed by the option of jumping into Lake Washington for the Polar Bear Dive. We are taking the plunge. Pictures to follow for the proof that we submerged our bodies into the freezing water. I almost forget that I have started the race running trend. It’s pictures like this next one that remind me. Proof is written across the photo. Proof that I am as pale as a ghost in the morning light, proof that Manfriend and I oddly have the same stride, and proof that at this point in the race I was wishing that I was riding on that tractor in the background..or the wheelchair.
Proof: I payed to run.
This next picture has no proof behind it whatsoever, except for the fact that I wanted a picture of Manfriend in his Christmas kicks.
Proof: When you wish upon a star, you will one day meet your childhood loves.
Proof: Nimble like a jungle cat.
Took about 2 seconds to conquer this cat palace!