Subtleties.

My dear friends, your eyes are not deceiving you. It is Tuesday and I did post a Polaroid. Hell quite likely is crystallizing as I type. In other words-- its been a damn while.
I didn't mean for it to be so long. I didn't mean to be a negligent mother. I didn't mean to lock my brain child in the closet. It just happened. And so it goes.
Now I'm done with school for this semester and am wandering around rather lost. I figured what the hell. Lets find that key and post a Polaroid.
The picture I chose might not, at first, seem to be all that amazing for the return of Polaroid Tuesday, but I can assure you: You Are Wrong. It is amazing and I will prove it.

First of all, It is amazing because I took it. As you can see, at a very young age, I was quite the Polaroid Protege. See how I snubbed the traditional placing of the subjects in the center and instead pushed them off to the left? It makes for a much more interesting composition. It is as if my brother and my dear little mother are actually in the camera, leaning against its view finder.

Second, by the look on my mother's face you can tell she wasn't quite sure if my non-traditional approach to arranging the photo was for the best. But she was wrong. I win.

Third, look at my brother. I mean, if you have eyes you can see why this picture is amazing. It is because of Evan and all his little boy charm. Look at that smile. I mean it, LOOK! Now. Okay, did you see that smile? Exactly my point, amazing. And, whats more, he is wearing his denim jacket with patches. Patches he earned. Himself. One says, "Just say NO." If you know him now you know how appropriate that patch is today.

Fourth, they caught a fish. And they are measuring it with a ruler. Charming. Charming and Midwestern.

Fifth, my cat. You can see my old cat Pitter. Pitter's name was "Pitter" like the sound the rain makes. I came up with that. I was a pretty smart kid. I loved Pitter.

Sixth, OK seriously. Look at my brother again. He's wearing a knotted scarf. Not like a winter scarf, but one of those gauzy pieces old women wear over their hair so as their set doesn't fall out. It knotted around his little neck. And that smile. Again with the smile. Exactly.

Back with a vengence.

Giraffe: What the hell are you doing giving me this sycamore leaf? Where is the good stuff? Those special animal graham cracker thingies they sell you naive zoo visitors to feed us adorable exotic animals? I want my fix.

Me: I'm sorry Mr. Giraffe, I'm po' and cannot afford to buy the extra "or" for the word po' let alone the expensive animal graham cracker thingies they have for sale. I spent every last penny on this snazzy outfit I am wearing. See my snazzy outfit? My bright, red, burn your retinas out turtleneck and my vest. I am wearing a vest just for you Mr. Giraffe, and it is embroidered. Do you see the intricate design Mr. Giraffe. I wore it especially for you! Please eat my sycamore leaf.

Giraffe: 'Scuse me. I am not eating that damn leaf, look in my enclosure, do you see all those leaves on the ground, it is like a leaf smorgasbord down there. I do not need you offering me a crispy old fallen leaf from the ground, I can get those myself. I want graham crackers! If you do not get me graham crackers I am going to lick you with my insanely long giraffe tongue.

Me: Mr. Giraffe, please, please close your mouth, your tepid breath is cause my face to curl up like this leaf. Ahhh, not the tongue, put the tongue away. Don't steal my soul with your tongue. If you don't want my leaf, and you won't admire my embroidered vest I am going someplace were I will be truly appreciated. I am going to the goat pen, where not only will they eat all the leaves I offer them but they will also probably consume this horrible vest I am wearing!

Love notes.

I know, I know. I am a slacker. Last week, due to the coma called midterm break, I totally missed Polaroid Tuesday. And this week I am not posting an actual Polaroid but an image representation of a group of Polaroids. Please don't riot. I promise next week Polaroid Tuesday will be better than ever.

This week's Polaroids come to you via our refridgerator. They are notes that I have left Josh on various days, after he reads them they get stuck to the refridgerator along with various other notes and pictures that I have scattered around for him to find. For instance above the Polaroids you can catch a glimpse of some fishies I drew, they are kissing, thus "Fish Kiss." There is also a picture on the fridge that Josh's little nephew drew of him. It is quite a remarkable resemblance. The fridge Josh has dark hair, side burns, a goatee, glasses, and three eyes.