In perusing the Photos folder on my phone, I realized that it speaks volumes as to what I find funny or weird.
But it also testifies to the fact that I’m a secret photo ninja.
Nevermind that the very first True Story Tuesday was based on a total ninja fail, and that the it ended with me diving into my car to escape the mad tow truck guy.
What cracks me up though… (pun totally intended) is what I find on my phone courtesy of Itty Bit’s curiosity. So many unwitting victims...
Starting with us. Because you know you’ve done it. You hand the phone to the chronic interrupter in the backseat because you need to talk to someone for a contiguous eleven seconds…
And then you end up with 248 motion shots of your journey.
Sorry to the random lady in the greeting card aisle.
Sorry to the other random lady in the greeting card aisle.
Oh wait. That’s me.
Then, sorry to all those who had to witness that in person.
I’m also sorry to the lady at the bank talking about refinancing a 30 year mortgage down to a 15 year. Fascinating topic for a kindergartener apparently, judging by the 42 second video clip.
I’m sorry to Aunt E, whose book he apparently handled with his TOES.
And perhaps most mortifyingly… I’m sorry to the entire row of law enforcement professionals who were the part of this lovely capture at a retirement ceremony.
And the tables are turned…
(and a long day at the hospital)
But it wasn’t just Itty Bit who got busted…
Yes ma’am, that’s a cherry stem tied into a knot by the same tongue that is licking my face in this shot… And that’s all I have to say about that.
The Mister was also busted ordering these at the local tugboat races:
Of course… deep fried pickles.
Not to be outdone, I shamed him by ordering this infernal burger:
(jalapeno chuck, straight jalapenos, pepperjack cheese, and “someone call a medic” sauce)
Back to Itty Bit – and his new trick:
Sometimes a ninja phone is handy for capturing everyday weird stuff.
I was puzzled at the difference between the pluralism on these restaurant restroom doors… and risked detection in snapping these.
What was even more puzzling was the random observation chair in the women’s restroom single stall.
That kinda proves it should say WOMEN, right?
Oh, and get this CAH-RAZY thing: remember how everyone went nuts over the Target Missoni collection? I saw one of their cute suitcases stashed in the sporting goods section. I nearly put it in the cart until I saw this lovely tag:
Umm… no thanks.
And yes, I washed my hands.
Another confusing notice at a store:
Seriously? You want me to stand and wave at a toilet for TEN SECONDS?
And a glimpse of what our days have been like… the poor kid falls asleep on the way home.
(No unsafe lane changes were made in the taking of this picture)
And in the spirit of fairness… here’s a shot of myself:
Have you ever tried to give a reluctant person money?
Well, I was. I finally threw the money at her and rolled my window up.
ON MY OWN ARM.
Who does that?!?!
Nevermind. Don’t answer that.
And because it makes me smile every.single.time… the exact second Itty Bit realized I was standing outside his classroom door:
Random Topic Change: Ya’ll are joining us for this week’s True Story Tuesday, right? Because my sister wrote it, and doesn’t she look like she deserves a bit of recompense for the torture I put her through?
Trust me – when you read it, you’ll be losing it like he did:
(Now, turn the sound off and watch it again. See why I love this kid?)