Just So You Don't Think I'm Totally Imbalanced

Okay, first, it looks worse than it really is. So relax.

Still. What crank she is if it's just a weee bit chilly in the morning.  I promise I was taking good care of her.  I gave her chocolate milk, her very own yummy bagel with strawberry cream cheese (lick that upper lip). All I wanted to do was go take pictures of cactus and mountains and my sleep-walking hung-over friends as they fell out of their tents and campers.

But noooooo . . .

Somebody wanted to come with me.  Which was fine.  Until it was "WHEN WE GET HOME I'M GOING TO DROP YOUR CAMERA IN THE POTTY IF YOU DON'T PICK ME UP AND CARRY ME."  Cold mornings she's like this.  "Cold."  She's a desert rat, and the air wasn't any cooler than 50 degrees. For that, I think I have the right to take pictures like this and show it to the whole internet.  Or the internet that's actually watching.

I know, I know. I'm going to have to delete this picture when she gets old enough to know about the internets.

Until then, I'm all yours and shall not confine my creative freedom.  Not until it's absolutely necessary for domestic peace.