Uncle Joe made a birthday video for Grandma New York out of footage from the family trip to Lake George, New York last summer.
The Mayor likes to watch it over and over again.
Somehow this seems more acceptable than
the endless stream of corporate characters and advertising directed at my 2 year old television therefore we are indulgent.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah... I'm one of those INFLEXIBLE, RIGID and COLD parents with freaky rules limiting my children's access to the television. So judge me now.)
Anyway, I watched the birthday video with The Mayor last night.
More specifically, I watched myself in the video (over and over and over again.)
The great, repetitive self-watching caused me to have a powerful epiphany.
I realized that...
I am undeniably, a dork of immeasurable proportions.
So impossibly vast is my dorkitude, a deep crevasse of dorkism if you will.
A great voice welled up from the very center of my soul and yelled,
Luckily, my soul's alter ego shouted back,
"SO WHAT? WHO ISN'T?"
(...and it might be relevant to note that I am huge dork who just got Photoshop. Oh, the joy that layeth ahead...)