cat named pig

But I guess you have to have a few things in order first (I recommend making a list):

1. You have to know where your camera is. I suck at this.

2. You have to have a charged battery in the camera, with enough charged-battery goodness to last the duration of the event you want to document– let’s say, your daughter’s birthday party, for example.

OR

3. You have to bring an extra battery to the birthday party.

4. You have to know where the connector-cord-thing is that connects the camera to the computer. (What? Like that’s not what you call it?)

5. OK, let’s be honest here. You know where the connector-cord-thing probably is, or at least where it is most likely to be (in a crystal bowl on top of the buffet, along with an iPod Nano and some headphones and some other mystery cords, and yes, it’s totally normal to keep your connector-cord miscellany in a Orrefors wedding gift — where else do you put it? And frankly, what else do you use the crystal bowl for?) So it’s not so much that you can’t locate the connector-thingy, it’s more that you are not willing to get up, and cross the room, and obtain the connector (and the camera, which probably only has like two birthday pictures on it because the stupid battery wasn’t charged GARR).

6. In other words, you might wait just a little longer to post your pictures of a birthday cake garishly festooned with ice cream cone turrets and the entire cast of Disney’s Sleeping Beauty, and possibly one or two pictures from the party at the park (from the half-hour before the camera battery died). But Birthday Party the Fifth was fun, was apparently everything Siena hoped it would be — this was a relief, as she had many hopes and expectations —  and at some point the leftover cupcakes will fuel an expedition all the way across the room to retrieve the camera connectidy-doo-dad and pictures will be shared with the world. Eventually.

[Ed: I uploaded some pictures from Mother's Day to Flickr because it was easier than getting off the couch. And, you know, because Mother's Day just happened. Like five minutes ago. In May.]