I took a few shots of the family from around the table at breakfast Sunday morning. The gang had decided to take me out for my half birthday to the Mud House for breakfast, and no complaints here. Hands down the best breakfast burrito out there. While we waited for our food I took a few photos. And then I remembered my manifesto from a few days back.
So when we left I took a deep breath, corralled the children and handed the phone to M. So see – I do exist. Pretty soon you’ll get sick of seeing my own face!
