I can spell ubiquitous now!
Oh my gawd. Parents are so embarrassing. First of all, they insisted on coming with me to the beach (like I want to be seen lounging in the surf with them!) Then, they refused to let me wear my smokin' hot new bathing suit.
Anyhow, it was capital-eh-choh-tee HOT on Sunday so in the end I was just glad to get out of the house no matter what Mom made me wear. Luckily, I look good in pretty much everything... so no harm done.
It was a pretty nice beach, with a spectacular view of the city. And an ice-cream truck. Which is why I'm not bothering to check out the spectacular-ness of the view. How is it I've been alive for 9 whole months now and nobody has bothered to introduce me to the truly revolutionary concept of food being served from a truck? Ding a ling Mr. Softee!
Dad took me into the ocean for the first time ever. He said it was going to be just like bathtime, but I was a little freaked out. Unlike my tub at home, there was no rubber duck, no plastic boats, and no soapy bubbles. Plus there was a slightly awkward fish-are-gonna-eat-me-for-dinner vibe happening, which kind of put a dampener on my mood.
(Dad never saw the shark, he said it was all in my imagination... but look closely at the photo above. The camera never lies!)
My Dad is many great things... a great procrastinator, a great excuse maker (for the last time Mom, that wasn't me who farted in the car!) and the man is really really good at Tetris. All important life skills, sure... But photography? Not really his cup of tea. Good thing mom takes most of the photos, or you'd all think I was born out of focus.
Case in point: the ubiquitous family beach shot, above. I dunno, maybe it's just me, maybe I'm being a little self centered... but shouldn't a photograph of me actually include me?
Anyhow... we're off to Canberra next week to visit friends (and enemies!) so I'm sure to have more stories for you then.
Later doods!
Sass
Anyhow, it was capital-eh-choh-tee HOT on Sunday so in the end I was just glad to get out of the house no matter what Mom made me wear. Luckily, I look good in pretty much everything... so no harm done.
It was a pretty nice beach, with a spectacular view of the city. And an ice-cream truck. Which is why I'm not bothering to check out the spectacular-ness of the view. How is it I've been alive for 9 whole months now and nobody has bothered to introduce me to the truly revolutionary concept of food being served from a truck? Ding a ling Mr. Softee!
Dad took me into the ocean for the first time ever. He said it was going to be just like bathtime, but I was a little freaked out. Unlike my tub at home, there was no rubber duck, no plastic boats, and no soapy bubbles. Plus there was a slightly awkward fish-are-gonna-eat-me-for-dinner vibe happening, which kind of put a dampener on my mood.(Dad never saw the shark, he said it was all in my imagination... but look closely at the photo above. The camera never lies!)
My Dad is many great things... a great procrastinator, a great excuse maker (for the last time Mom, that wasn't me who farted in the car!) and the man is really really good at Tetris. All important life skills, sure... But photography? Not really his cup of tea. Good thing mom takes most of the photos, or you'd all think I was born out of focus.Case in point: the ubiquitous family beach shot, above. I dunno, maybe it's just me, maybe I'm being a little self centered... but shouldn't a photograph of me actually include me?
Anyhow... we're off to Canberra next week to visit friends (and enemies!) so I'm sure to have more stories for you then.
Later doods!
Sass
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