Friday, February 22, 2013


Recently, I was in Puerto Rico. On our final full day, my beloved sat on our balcony enjoying the view while I went to the beach to capture the boogie boarders in action. Upon my return, I spied my beloved and thought I would take his picture from afar. The dude in question was wearing a red shirt, navy swim trunks, and a navy ball cap--the same apparel my beloved had worn all afternoon. I had my telephoto lens affixed to my camera and was all ready to take the stalker-like picture, catching him all unawares-like. As I was focusing on the dude, we happened to look at each other at the same time. And then, in a split second, this is what went through my head:

Hmm...I don't remember our floor being up this Pat's swim trunks have a stripe on them? And why is he standing? Is he looking for me? And why is he looking at me with my big, long, stalkerish zoom lens?  Maybe he'll wave. That would be a fun picture. ZOMG! That's not my husband!! That's just some random dude that is wearing similar clothing and ZOMG he's looking right at me with a quizzical expression on his face!! ACK! He's wondering why there's some strange woman pointing her zoom lens at him! Point it somewhere else! ANYWHERE ELSE! YES! YES! AIM YOUR ZOOM LENS AT THE SKY!! THAT MAKES ABSOLUTE SENSE!

And so I swung my camera skyward and literally whistled, like they do in the cartoons, and I was all, HI-HO! JUST MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS SHOOTING CLOSEUPS OF THE SKY! And then I swung around towards the ocean and I was all HI-HO! WOULDJA LOOK AT THAT BEAUTIFUL OCEAN! OHMERGEHRD! LOVELY! MUST! TAKE! PICTURES! And then I pretended to take pictures of the ocean for a few minutes. And then I ran with my head down into the hotel and proceeded to slink into our room and out onto our balcony, whereupon I breathlessly told my beloved of my stalkerish photo session. I am so smoove, yo.

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