Do you know my sister? The one with the waggily tail? I may or may not have a bunch of children’s songs stuck in my head. Sorry.
Morgan came out and visited this weekend and it was great. Nay- it was glorious. We giggled a lot and sat around the on couch, played cards and had some serious conversations. Sometimes we get kind of too focused on each other and Jazz calls it “Morgan mode” because its a bit difficult to interrupt/understand/appreciate. Whatever, its awesome.
Morgan is good at a lot of things. High on that list is 1. Baking/cooking/making me fat and 2) taking pictures that I like. She knows what angles work best for me, which side to put me on, she reminds me to suck in and tuck and lift and hold. We used to live together so it worked out great. I have thousands of pictures from college thanks to her. Here is the problem though. She doesn’t live with me anymore. In fact, she lives 800 miles away in a cold and dark land known as Utah. So whenever we get together its like QUICK TAKE A PICTURE THAT I WILL LIKE. And so she does.
I’ve been trying to teach Jazz this fine art for awhile now, and don’t get me wrong he has SERIOUSLY IMPROVED. We are working on the sophomore curriculum of How to minimize chins. He’s really progressing. Soon we will move on to Centering and Zooming.
She always finds errors on my blog post. Shes like, “Hey, you missed a word.” Or “did you mean to add an extra s there?” Its infuriating but helpful. It also makes me overly neurotic when writing these things. Sometimes I pretend there is a teeny tiny Morgan elf sitting on my shoulder proofreading. See, she will think that is funny. No one else will. (In teeny tiny elf shoes! With striped socks! And a high voice! And freckles! Mo Mode..)
ANYWAY THE POINT OF THIS POST. I was looking through pictures to frame a good one of our family, and I couldn’t find a recent one. Morgan took some pictures in the backyard on Friday. Behold.
Morgan, we really appreciate you flying all that way just to take our picture, so thanks. We will need some new ones in six weeks, so plan accordingly. Also, I dare you to find an error in this post. Double dare.
Post edit: Morgan found an error immediately. I’m totally firing the Mo-elf. Also, why did no one tell me my math was off on my weight tracker? I swear I can add to 25. What is my problem. Its like I have pregnant brain except minus the pregnant part.