Last night, Tim and I went to see the National Christmas Tree at the White House. I wish I could tell you that Tim was my new boyfriend, but it's only the name of my new camera. Yes, I took The Girl's advice and gave it a name. Whether it's named after that fantastic UF quarterback I wish was six years older and available, a fictional, and oh so hot, fullback, or a colleague and great photographer from my last job . . well, I'm not even sure. The name just seemed right.
So off we went, walking many, many blocks in 30 degree temps with no mittens, and all we got were these pictures, because my fingers hurt so bad I wanted to cry. I think I really did whimper right there in front of the tree, as I was fiddling with the different settings, and I finally decided to head home.
(If you click on this picture, you can see one of many little train sets at the forefront and the children singing off in the distance.)Nebraska's tree (every state and territory has one) was covered in dream catcher ornaments. Seriously?! I would've gone with ears of corn and footballs.
Tomorrow night is my old firm's holiday party. I'm so excited to see the New.seum and eat all the yummy food . . and see all my old co-workers, of course! It will also be fun to wear my new dress:
The question is: black peep toes or red pumps?