I have a few tricks to remember stories for my blog. I leave voice memos, write myself notes and take pictures. The voice memos are the most helpful because I pretty much transcribe them to blog form, but the photos are the most fun. Mostly because I have no idea what I was trying to tell myself.
Welcome to my time capsule gone completely wrong and incredibly pointless.
Besides being terribly delicious, I have no idea why I would take this photo. Or take it without posing with the Oreos like the BFFs we already are.
I'm not sure if this is about my iPhone, my extraordinary hat or my healing eyebrow.
I have a vague recollection of my son telling a story about a man leaving the house to destroy his enemies with his ninja skills but I cannot be sure.
I think the orange is stuck. But it's not in my sink anymore so I either won this battle with a knife or the orange escaped and is hiding in the bathroom.
All I can think is I am the worst hoarder ever.
And then I stumbled upon this photo. I remember EXACTLY why I took it…
Scott let me spend most of my day looking like this. With crazy hair. This photo is proof that he needs to love me more.