OK, not sure what to make of this.
We're in a bar Thursday night, doing nothing in particular but MYOB-ing. Young lady revelers want their pictures taken with us, after determining we were the real thing.
We cuddle up close, the cell phone cameras go clickety click. I can just imagine, "See, mom, I'm fine here in Seattle."
Only, today I'm a bit doubtful. Was it the right thing to do? And where's my copy of the pic. They have my email address. . . .