was it my imagination?

or did i drive my clients down a closed road in the middle of nowhere only to come within inches of getting trapped in what appeared to be dirt colored flour. did i really think that my short cut would be a good idea when there were warning signs everywhere? i guess i did, because now 2 weeks and 2 carwashes later every time i hit a bump i look like PigPen rolling down the interstate.

but, this is why i love karen. when i sheepishly turned my car off that country road (i swear it had to be flour) she just smiled at me and i said i know i'm an idiot. when i told her i wanted to have a tea party for shelby and olivia in the middle of the street she brought tieras, she is up for it.

the photographs are important, it's why they came, but sometimes my favorite part is looking back at the images and remembering what happened that day; subtle reminders of life behind the photograph, the adventure that took place getting there, and that's what makes it fun.