Good Morning. I am now experiencing my first blogging hangover. Up late last night meeting and chatting with new friends. I fell in love. I had to drag myself away from my computer, still checking posts on my evil iPhone until my phone rang at 12:15 just as I was crawling into bed. It was an ex-boyfriend. My husband rolled over and said to tell him "hi" but please go outside so he could get some sleep. The ex was explaining to me the techniques of lighting a controlled ring of fire for my next endeavor into my photographical self-portrait. He knows this because he is a jouster...yes, I said jouster...and has vast experience in lighting theatrical fires. One of my other exes, who is a pyro-juggler was unable to assist and merely told me to have a fire-extinguisher near by. Duh.
If I don't die and/ or severely disfigure myself, the images will be posted. If I do die or disfigure myself, my husband has instructions to post them for me. But I always figured I would die for my art, so...
As soon as I figure out how to post links to all of the pages I met last night, they will all get pimped. I'm still a little fuzzy from last night...but much happier for it.
Today's image is that of my very tiny dog on 'his' bed, where he sometimes lets us sleep...
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