I Keep Meaning to Take Pictures

I feel like I have to have a picture to document whatever I'm talking about. I think that's to try and make up for my mediocre writing skills. Anyway, I was asked after my previous post why I have to wear shoes in the house. Well:

• There are always random, possibly sharp things lying on the floor somewhere. (Insert picture of thumb tack sitting point-up on my kitchen floor. Thank you Zach.)
• Back when Becky was potty training, well, you get the picture on that one. (No picture needed.)
• People keep spilling stuff in the kitchen.
• Our carpet is super old/gross/creepy/hard.
• I need support.
• Sometimes I trip for no apparent reason, which messes up my ankle. Usually wearing shoes helps me avoid random tripping. (Insert picture of me flailing as I fall to the ground. I did this just a few days ago. Ryan thought it was funny.)
• I'm just used to it.
• I really like my lavender shoes. (Scroll down to re-view my lovely shoes.)

Other things I've wanted to/attempted to take pictures of that haven't made it to the www:

Becky shoveling snow in her swim suit. My caption was going to say "Only in Colorado."

The foot-wide swath of grass that was taken out of our front yard by the snow plow on Monday. Monday people. It hasn't snowed in a few weeks. The city was removing the ice skating rink that was in front of our neighbor's house. I was nice enough to chip away at the ice in front of our house many, many weeks ago. Why must we be punished?

The tulip/crocus/grape hyacinth bulbs that are coming up already. I covered them. February is just too early.

Zach's lightsaber.

I'm sure there's more, but that's all I've got for tonight.