This was pre-hike, so all was jolly and lovely. Tons of falling down houses around there--such fodder for artsy photographs, my father would be so proud. If only I knew how to work Guy's camera to make said photos all artsy.
Pretty, huh? You know why Guy's not in the picture? Cause he's off defecating all over the beautiful treesy-mossy goodness.
Oh, isn't that idyllic? And romantic? And you know what's happening as we're sitting there staring into each other's eyes? A tick is crawling up my goddamn pants!!!
Ahhh, sunset. . .the sign to birds everywhere that it is time to START SINGIN'!!!
Smackwater Jack, Carole King
Richard: Focus, please.
Lorelai: I am a camera.