My darling Anya informs me that we have 9 views from France, so bonjour France. May I offer you le croissant? Le stripey top? Or LE MORNING PHOTO (in a french accent). I actually learnt something this morning from my in depth French research. I tried to look up how to say good morning, turns out thats what bonjour means. Which is weird cos I was always told that bonjour just meant hello. Duno why I never questioned it since I know what bonsoir means but there we are.
Here's mon chat Tessy licking my face.
Here's another one of us being cute.
I saved the best til last. I always think my best morning pictures happen when I've left my makeup on from the night before. Super mouse eye/ham-like skin. Or SKIN DE JAMBON for our French viewers.
This might clear a few things up if it didn't make sense to our French viewers.
Also i got a new duvet cover. Here is me this morning with it.
I'll post a better picture of it when I'm SWEET WELL READY.
Dear Viewers, I found these pictures of me in the morning. They are morning pictures, pictures that I took in the morning, when I was waking up from my sleep.
Please enjoy
me: Oh look it's our blog. Hi blog.
blog: Hey, Wubu2?
me: Not much. Just been chilling out really, went for dinner. And you?
blog: Yeh okay. I got 4 views.
me: Wow, really? Jesus christ! We should celebrate.
blog: Well, yeh I didn't want to say anything but. Yeh it's kinda huge.
This is essentially what I did this morning- fancy footwork included. It's not unusual for me to burst into a spontaneous musical number upon waking up.I'm sure the photos speak for themselves. I am often a hive of energy and vitality in the morning.
I feel that mine and Anya's photos this morning show a marked contrast, perhaps indicative of our recent fall out.
In this image, Anya can only be half seen, hiding under a dark duvet set, almost unrecognisable as she hides from the harsh realities of morning.
I on the other hand decided today would be the perfect day to try out my dslr camera in order to take a clearer morning picture. So welcome to my face in the morning in many many megapixels. In this particular image I'm sporting my 8 year old "snug as a bug" nightie from Primark. You don't have to tell me. My nighttime attire is an inspiration to you all.
In other news there is another surprise for our many many readers (Anya), I told my dad about our blog and he was very enthused and contributed several photos of himself. Thanks Papa Waite!
Before we receive thousands of comments about it's origin, it was of course me who sewed the toy rabbit behind his head, and yes I know it is quite an accomplishment.
Abbie's been giving me a hard time about not keeping up with the morning
pictures, I don't feel this is completely fair, I have
reasonable excuse for not sending a picture today. I have two younger
brothers that like to play, loudly, in the morning before school outside
my room, and occasionally inside my room. Today they were playing ring a
ring o' roses and my younger brother hit a bookcase with his elbow,
understandably a distressing situation for all involved. I had to get up
to kiss his elbow better, the emotional turmoil of this event affected
me so much that I could not get back to sleep, and I was distracted for
the rest of the morning worrying about what could have happened to poor
Harvey's little elbow! Just imagine if I had not woken up in time to
kiss the elbow, just imagine if I had said, 'I'm sorry about your elbow
Harvey but I have to take a picture of myself. I know I'm being self
centred but get used to it, the world is cruel'.
Also, Abbie forgot to upload this picture of me, soooo, I think we know who's slacking with the blog.
Heart felt apologises can be sent to my new email address: suchakindanddevotedsister@selflessblogger.com
I'm just going to come out and say it-Anya is slacking with her contributions to the blog. She only sent me a picture yesterday because I reminded her, and today when I reminded her yet again and was understandably a little pissed, she sent me this picture-
which is clearly not a proper morning picture. and said "Here's your stupid morning picture. Enjoy."
As you can imagine, I was hurt. Upset and hurt and also insulted and sad and unhappy. I'm trying to build something here, not just for me, not even just for the both of us, but for the world, and sometimes I just wish Anya would respect what I'm trying to do, and understand that if I'm ever short with her about the absence of her morning pictures it's only because I feel that the cause is too important not to be completely dedicated.This blog is bigger than the both of us, y'know?
I'm slowly recovering from this ordeal. Anya is trying to carry on as normal as if nothing has happened, though I'm not sure that's the best way to proceed. .It certainly hasn't helped me move on any way. It's just a cruel reminder that things definitely aren't the same as they were several hours ago between us. The knock to our blog from one of its own creators has left a bruise which will take time to heal. The word "stupid" resounds in the air like an echo. It's just me and the word alone in this room.
Anyway, sorry to post on a sour note. Hopefully the pictures make up for it. If anyone wants to send Anya an angry email that would be okay. Her email address is insensitivedick@didimentioni'maninsensitivedick?.com
No hard feelings.
Unearthed a load of oldies from my blackberry INCLUDING what I believe to be the original morning picture. So original I don't even think I sent it to Anya (whoa.) I know right... I know.
Here it is
On this particular day I woke up and despite having not even looked at myself I could just feel the ugly pouring out of my face. I had a humungous spot growing out of the side of my cheek. It was such an ugly morning that even though I willed to be attractive like every other person, I literally could not resist documenting my appearance. And so the morning photo was born. I also found all these beauties, several of which involve an animal of some form or another (fun.) Don't say I never treat you Anya Johnson. ->
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