Funny then, as last night I get a phone call from Rose, asking me to do some photo work for her, because she can't figure out how to resize some pictures of Brandon and make them 4x6. This sounds like laziness/stress to me, but whatever, OK, I'll do it. Of course, the project ended up being a complete restart, having to rescan tiny little wallet sized pix, do damn near full restoration work on all of them, as they are grungy, fingerprinted, etc., and then get them done. Oh, and after I've started is when I find out these have to be done for the funeral/reception on Saturday...and yes, I was told about this last freakin' night.
I guess I feel like if this was so damn important, why didn't I find out earlier, have more time to work on it, make sure they were done right, etc.? I have to do them here, because I have to print them here, and I need to see how they turn out afterward. I could have been working on this yesterday, on my own machine, with a better system and more tools to get it all right, instead of what I have here. Noooooo, no such luck.
Oh, I got them done. You damn skippy, I got them done. Got them done and did some ass-kickin' work on them, if I do say so myself. Yeah, you best reco'nize. Hell, what else was I gonna do?