I just had to say that, because I will be baking myself into oblivion today. Mom has taken over the reins for Thanksgiving this year, because the Salt-Encrusted Ham of Doom convinced her that the Flaky Sister just... should not cook for Thanksgiving. I mean, it wasn't just the ham, it was many, many other things, mostly... it's because after cooking since she was old enough to stand at the stove and stir a pot for our mom... the Flaky Sister just... can't cook. Mom and I were chatting about it a few weeks ago, and reliving last Thanksgiving, and then went on to talking about other meals we've had at the Flaky Sister's, and... *shakes head*
( Cut because of length and pictures, omg! )

I'm still figuring it out, but here's two shots of the Impossible Son that I took today with my new camera...






This was taken at the playground we stopped to have lunch at before going into Austin.






This was after racing around the capital building, getting into everything, and having a fine time examining every single inch of a brass cannon used in the Texas Revolution. Go figure.


I guess I'm not too bad at this thing. I couldn't get used to not advancing the film after hitting the shutter, though. After a few minutes, one of the dads in our group ambled over and said, "First time using this camera?"

I said, "Yep. Is it that obvious?"

He laughed. "You keep trying to advance the film. It's pretty funny to watch."

Well, at least I'm trying!