Well, my back is still wonky, but not too bad. Mostly is means that I have to do everything like lift, bend down and stand with my thighs rather than my back. Which definitely makes me realize exactly how powerful my thighs aren't.

So no, I didn't write any vacation entries this weekend, but I did do my taxes,which is much more important! Because if my mom killed me, you see, there wouldn't be any new entries at all!

And in doing my taxes I have proven conclusively that last year, with my photography, I spent $14,000,000 and earned 63¢. Which should make for a great refund, but it was fairly horrifying to see. I included with my expenses all of the antique photographs that I bought last year, since of course they are deductible because one learns from them and derives inspiration, and my golly it's something, seeing all of those expenses all in one place.

I spent yesterday, the bit where I wasn't doing my taxes, in the darkroom. Normally, I wouldn't have gone, because I'm broke as shit until next paycheck, but I promised Rosalind that I would do the contact sheets of her headshots as soon as I could, because she needs them by a mid-April deadline.

I was almost entirely out of paper, but I had to kill some time before my film was ready, so I found this box of postcard paper that I have literally had for years and years and basically never used, and decided to play. There was a sequence of six shots of Molly doing a twirl from last summer in the backyard, and I wanted to put them all together, so the small postcard size was perfect.

And it looks great! I should scan them in here. I am going to get a piece of art paper, like the kind that I did my Christmas presents on the year, and paste them on it...maybe in a circle. I don't know. And then, having more time, I blew up four Dracula shots from 1997, also to make one piece out of.

I really dig these tiny pictures, perhaps I will do more.

On Saturday I went out to get breakfast, came back with my McDonald's, went upstairs to eat with the family, chatting lightly, opened my sausage biscuit and said, "O no, they put on fucking cheese!" There was a short pause, and then Bonnie said, "That's fucking cheese?"
"No, that's nasty cheese."
"It's fucking cheese."
"It's yucky cheese."
"It's fucking cheese."
"Here, you like cheese, you want it? It's yummy cheese!"
"Fucking cheese, fucking cheese, fucking cheese!!"

She finally stopped, and I pretty much forgot about it, and then I got home from the darkroom yesterday and Bonnie was eating in front of the TV.

"Kymmie, I eating McDonald's!"
"So I see."
"Where youse breakfast?"
"It's not time for breakfast, so I don't have any right now."
"Where's youse fucking cheese?"
(pause-then, in a strangled voice) "I don't have any."

I walked into the kitchen, where Cynthia was, leaned my head against the refrigerator and laughed as quietly as I could.

"I am so sorry about that! It has stuck!"
"Yeah, I see that it has."
"But not five minutes after I said that, Fran looked at her dirty socks that had been clean one second before and yelled, "FUCK!", why didn't she pick that one up!"
"I think because he said it alone, he didn't say, "Fucking socks!"
"And besides, cheese is vital to her life in a way that socks aren't."
"Exactly."

We both went into the living room, and Bonnie proceeded to discuss the fucking cheese on her burger for about ten minutes. Telling her not to say it didn't help, distracting her didn't help, re-naming the cheese didn't help, that was fucking cheese and it was going to stay fucking cheese. She said it two hundred times if she said it once.

"I think that you had better not give her any C-H-E-E-S-E for lunch tomorrow!"
"Unfortunately, that's what she usually gets for lunch, I don't know if we have anything else!"
"Well, then I guess her teacher is in for quite a surprise. You can't wait for me to have children, can you?"
"You'd better believe it! The things I will teach them to say..."

Anyone want to make me a nice spring design? Sure you do!

Today's horoscope:
Feelings of love build slowly and gradually. Nurture that growth with positive attention.

One year ago today:
"Why don't you take the kids along like last year?" O, how we laughed at my comic jests.

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