photobooth friday: the trollish edition

aaah, friday. happy photobooth friday. this was taken last weekend on our maine date adventure- at york beach, maine, at the fun-o-rama. 9/23/06. john and i have had some pretty bum photobooth luck lately. it seems that every time we step into one- something happens- our money gets eaten, we wait for what seems like three and a half hours and our pictures don't come out. john would be perfectly happy to just walk away and call it quits- but me, aaaah- i need to have my photobooth fix. there's nothing worse than having the photobooth rush, only to walk away if it doesn't go your way. then my social anxiety and awkwardness kicks in and i beg and plead for my shy husband to go and accost the fun-o-rama teenage staff to fix the machine, give us our money back, etc. john looks like he'd rather die but loves me so that he walks away with his head down, headed for the pack of mohawked teens just waiting to make fun of the close-to-thirty somethings who love photobooths. these beauties are from our second attempt that day- after teen intervention. after having to move to another machine in the back of the place. one that the teen explained "the pictures don't come out by themselves...so when you're done, come and get me and i'll get them out." this was one of these newer machines that's actually really a computer, but it only cost a dollar. a dollar, people! i could've dropped twenty if john wasn't with me. as you can see from the first pic, it's also one of those crazy machines that has two holes- one with the camera, one with the viewfinder, so you get all confused as to what you're supposed to be looking at, and when. i was totally caught off guard and look a little slow. john, however, was right on the money.

after our diner trip, while i was in the bathroom, john surprised me with this little bumper sticker treat. first off, let me say that there's no way in hell that i would be caught dead with this on my car. if you have one, kudos for you...but not only am i not a pet person, i'm certainly not a bumper sticker person. or a pet related bumper sticker person.

with that being said, this was my gift. us cats here speak in meow language to each other (trollish moment, i know). john and gray speak cat to each other- most of what they say to each other only involves the word 'meow'. meow means to many love-filled things to us- it's a short word that says a lot. meow. so even though i won't put this on my car, it will go on my inspiration board and make me smile and chuckle when i'm sad.

on our drive home, i was doing my usual car activities (read: banging), when i spotted a car next to us that had a "WOOF" sticker (trollish moment #2). for some reason, i was overcome with excitement, looked at john...grabbed our "meow" sticker and said "hey! she has a woof sticker! i have to show her ours!" and proceeded to hold up (read: wave frantically) our meow sticker at her. she didn't even look over at us (meow).

needless to say, john hasn't laughed harder in his life. he could.not.stop.laughing. at 1. my trollishness and 2. childlike excitement over taking animal talk with a complete stranger in the next car.

all i have to say is

meow.