Panic is a Relative Term

I sooo get an “F” in photography this weekend. I had a full, wonderful, perfect Fall weekend, and have not a single picture to show for it.

Friday, we took the boys to the State Fair. Leaving my camera behind was out of necessity. My oldest loves the carnival rides, and unfortunately, my husband is not so good with heights, excessive speed or any combination of the two. Therefore, it falls to me to accompany my thrill-seeking eight year-old on every ride he’s tall enough to try. Needless to say, the camera was not conducive to this task.

Saturday was busy, as the boys had a birthday party to attend, and afterward, I went to a Girls’ Night Out with some of the other moms from the school. Needless to say, no mom wants a paper-trail of her girls’ night out, so my camera got banished to the car.

Finally,  I managed to snap the above shot of my mums today, as I was butchering them with some pruning shears. However, I was interrupted by the news that most of my family will be MIA for Thanksgiving, including my mom.

Now is probably not the time to remember that I’ve never made HER turkey gravy. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve made gravy o-plenty. But, unlike every other Thanksgiving dish I’ve made by myself, my mom has always been here at crunch-time to make her turkey gravy.

My OCD-half  just had a aneurism.

2 thoughts on “Panic is a Relative Term

  1. Beautiful picture! I hope you don’t mind that I start following you on here. Good luck with Thanksgiving. I still go to my parents’ house for the holiday because there is no way that I could ever compare that cooking on Thanksgiving! 🙂

    • Thanks for stopping in Kristine! I have a feeling I may have a mental breakdown between now and then, but I guess it’s time to put on my big-gril britches and suck it up.

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