I’m too tired to be coherent

I can’t even talk about the backhouse.

For that matter, I can barely even type so gnarled and twisted are my fingers from all the scraping.

On Sunday, when P pulled out the camera and began taking pictures, Caroline had to get in on the picture-taking action. She picked up the camera and I agreed to let her take one picture of me.

This is what she shot.

Hello Paris Hilton. I think I have your safety goggles.

Caroline looked at the display window and said, “Oh! You look cute, Mama!”

I replied, “Thanks, babe!”

And then I returned to my own private scraping hell without thinking about the fact that she still had the precious camera in her hands. So I shouldn’t have been surprised when I uploaded pictures and found this.

Apparently she is her own favorite subject.